You can see, or feel, or relate to somehow, some people's insides. And although they keep on saying everything is fine, things are working out, you can't help but noticing it is not. You don't want to pay attention to that whisper, because you truly and forcefully want to believe them.

 It is a different sort of quiet desperation, a resigned one, or perhaps so alien to their strong believe they are in full control over their lives, it's almost as if they were split in the middle.

But what can one do but to offer a warm hand, a hug and prayers? How can one be a good friend?

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