If I could hold her, again
I would tell her that I love her, without condition,
I would be there when she cried
I would be her mentor
I would be her listening ears
I wouldnt judge her
I would be the man that IS excited by her
I would simply be there
because I love her.
she did exist once, but she chose a different path
and I wish her well, for once in my life.
poem by Samael Wolf
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