As much as I love to be writing again, I loath the source from which it came. Enjoy.
Once upon a time, long long ago
I was he one for you when you had worries
At the core of your healing, waited my voice
My hands held out, advice came down in flurries
Then came a period, a faded era it seemed
My hands were occupied, my voice spaced
When the time came
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