O, my beloved-
I want you to be happy
But it scares me so-
If you were happy it would surely be ephemeral
No one’s happy at all times
And, not if, but when you fall
You will get battered and bruised
And wind up the way you are now
It was a sickly feeling seeing your ghost on the street
Where did my darling friend go?
Life has a way of hardening people-
But you’re the one I once thought most immune
My darling, I only wish you the best-
And it’s cruel, I know, but I must continue on
I’ll do my best to avenge the you I fell in love with
While you wait in the whitewashed room of apathy
Know, that you have my heart, still.
I will come back for you one day
But all I can do now is pray from afar.
You can still cope-
There is ALWAYS hope!
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