Mirai, when you come,What gift do you plan to get me?Do I matter? Am I too tinyfor you to seeWhen I’m tired?When I’m drenched in sweatAnd tears?When I’m dirtied with the bloodfrom the wounds ofCold and fear? Will you love me backIf I gave up all these thingsJust for you?If I gave up love?And stopped …
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