never having had that safe place to go or that lap to leap into
now as adults, we trmeble like babylasses when stuff like fears that a pulled muskel is actually a fatal malady
and that those who loves us will betray us by being hatefill to their brimtops
but after hours of turmoil(so unmericfiully and unnedeily)
we shrap past the flawed worthless platters of comfortings unflailing
and parumph into the arms of
HEY YOU SAID I'LL BE OKAY AND I WILLs
love uncondiutied heals yet agaaain
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