Dear fellow man,
You’re more than a shattered home,
You’re more than a bottle inventory,
You’re more than a puff of smoke,
You’re more than a barrel of frustrations,
You’re more than the fumes of anger,
You’re more than a broken story,
You’re more than a handful of pain,
You’re more than an open grave,
You’re a bright star awaiting it’s shine,
A purpose awaiting to unfold,
A needed piece in this puzzle..
And if nobody was bold enough to tell you;
I’ll be the first…
I love you.
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