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Pleas begging and appeals make no matter,

Moods not altered by any old chatter:

Doctors consulted offer not much hope,

Enemies suggest you be given more rope.

Darker period of depression now descends,

Your life line fading as the fake healer pretends.

They claim a cure that can be kept handy,

As reliance is placed on even more brandy.

Crisis moments arrive one after the another,

Most now rely on charity from sister or brother.

Youth the only savior in many cases,

When life deals a hand that has no aces.

Out of nowhere a mentor sets a new rhyme,

This saving regime arriving just in time.