Poem - Untitled III

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To the soul who has been fighting for so long
The one who wishes for this pain to end just like every other song
The one who puts on a smile and says he/she is alright
The one who is looking for better days in sight;
Let me assure you of the blooming spring to arrive.
Believe me when I tell you that you will survive.
You will emerge like the courageous warrior that you are;
But until then, am there, maybe a few miles afar,
But you got me
And I got you.

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