Oh, my dear old friend
Meeting you
Was a bundle of joy
But meeting you
In this situation
Makes me weep
Its okay to make mistakes
To stumble and fall down.
We are humans, after all
Bound to non-perfection.
Dear friend
I’m here
To hold your hand
soothe your bruised but bold heart
friend,
embrace the soul hollowing pain
for it means
you’re alive
to begin anew
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