Wednesday, September 2, 2009

You.

I'm here.
I'm here.
I'm here.

We have been through worse, much, much worse.
You have seen, experienced, dealt with much worse.
You can handle this.
This is cake for you.

Some where along the lines a piece of you has left, gone away.
That doesn't mean I don't see the old you, don't remember the real you.
The you that danced around everywhere, the you that always smiled, the you that was always there for me.

We have been through worse, much, much worse.
You have seen, experienced, dealt with much worse.
You can handle this.
This is cake for you.

Just remember, oh, my diamond in the rough, one day, you will be polished, and you will shine so nice.

Trust me, this is cake for you.

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