The past is the past,
Nothing much to look back into the dust.
Like leaves falling down from a tree and decay,
They will eventually grow back,so don't be afraid.
Just know that i'm always here,
Someone to pat your back,lend you a shoulder to cry on when your'e in fear.
Cry as much as you want I have all night,
Just as long you smile in the end then it's fine.
c: <3
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