Don't hide the way thee feel
let thy emotions be known.
Don't hold thyself from the heel
to hate thyself thee be prone.
Let thyself open thy mind
closed and looked it won't be kind.
Embrace thy care
but don't loose thyself.
It will never be fair
unless it's just sitting on the shelf.
If thy love is true
thee will never rue.
I fallow thee as thee need
don't give up on love in thyself.
Any emotions thee never heed
thy husk called body will be on a shelf.
Fight for everything.
Thee will get something.
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