Fuck science, let’s do feelings

you will be held when you cry
you will be heard when you speak sad words
you will be seen even if the vision that is you, is terrifying
I will be here for you

trust is not a mirage
this is not a trap
fear is not your invariable companion
flowers are not to be trampled upon

hope doesn’t spring eternal
it is, in fact, easily crushed
you get up and fend for yourself
you put on the mask and trudge on
and on

it doesn’t have to be so
there will be a rock
however mundane, you could lean on
let it be me perhaps?

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