Dear Boy

Don’t let go of my hands now that you have them.

Don’t waste your tears over my wrongs.

Stay like its a need.

Hide my pain, love my flaws.

In case you’ve moved on, never let me know.

Because I hold on to every last bit of this living memory.

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