Fine

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I notice you cry,
I notice your smile that can't reach your eyes.

Don't tell me you're fine,
Just to go hide.

I only want to help,
Cause I may know how cope.

I feel useless when you're happy,
When I know I wasn't there for you.
But I guess I should be glad,
That somebody else could carry you.

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