As a response to my Anguish in the Night poem:
For the good things we wait, for the bad we try to alleviate. In the end, when you come around the last bend, you will know and love that you have more than a friend. Dont cry now, dont get high now. Cry on my shoulder if you need to, get high of the love that i give you. Today is worse, but tomorrow, even with the sorrow and my love as your curse, the burden is easier because it wont get worse.
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