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DreamAmongStars

Published: Aug 21, 2011

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_{She wears a mask.
Few know
but those who do can't help,
don't want to help,
or don't care.

She's told some friends;
they turned away,
they changed,
they didn't want to hear it.

The mask is growing stronger, now.
She can turn it off and on without warning.

I feel like I'm losing her.
She's fading from my grasp.
I'm stretching my hand to her, but she can't reach it!
She can't reach my hand…

I want to save her…
I have to save her…
Please let me save her!}

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SoundlessWhispers

Sep 2, 2011

I can relate to this all too well...
The desperation because it feels like, if they slip away, the hand you wished to grab will be gone...
It's happened to me a couple of times with my own friends...
The best advice I could possibly give is be there for her but you should know that, no matter how capable and understanding, you cannot handle it alone. It's best to just be there for her, let her know you care, that you can listen, that you love her, and seek a trusted parent, adult, and/or counselor that you know to ask for advice when you are unsure of what to say.
I tried without help and failed miserably. In the end I did nothing to help and only made matters worse... I'm glad to say the second time went much better.
It's always better to be prepared than to go in winging it.

I do hope you get through to her

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