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POEM| Your Good Fortune Will Come

I know you're tired and wondering when this'll end...

And when you're asked, why you did it. I hope you speak with confidence...

One day, you will look back at the present and the tears...

Last night, I let every emotion I’ve ever felt for you out. The pain. The love.

If we were having tea, I’d squeal with joy to be next to you.

Now I know that my life will reflect whatever I bring in

I know you're afraid of choosing me because then it won't be just you.

Thank you for loving me Thank you for guiding me Thank you for teaching me

You will always be the ink in my pen, the voice in my head

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