Oh, little one, your expectations have grown too high.
Oh, sweet child, maybe you've lost the hope to live by.
And maybe tomorrow you'll wake feeling refreshed.
Oh and maybe tomorrow your feelings will digress.
Your components are rusted.
Stuck and busted.
Light up a match.
Break open the hatch.
And if you find yourself by the shore,
Maybe that's where you'll find your cure.
Hold your hand across your mouth.
Keep the hush, ignore the shout.
Oh, silly one, are you sure about this?
Are you willing to steal true loves last kiss?
It's a whirlpool of maybes and you sit there scared.
I pray for the best, little one, because I know you cared.
Just watch out for the scars that have been created.
They bare the worst within this book that's been illustrated.
The pages are torn and tethered but are still able to be read.
Just make sure you forget the fantasies within your head.
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