I'm afraid.
Tell me you will be okay.
Let me hold you.
Don't waste yourself.
Cry in my arms,
Like you have allowed me to cry in yours so many times before.
You are beautiful,
And that is something that is rare in this world.
It should not be wasted, or taken for granted.
So come to me.
And let me embrace you in all your wounds and shattered dreams,
And heal you with the love and kindness you rekindled in me.
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