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To be seemingly individually targeted 
By all the wrath and perverseness 
In this world
Personified by a heartless imbecile 
I know
I know
It’s not okay
But, I plead with you
Beseech you, implore you 
To allow
My arms and heart
And dozens of familiar more 
And a plethora of friends yet to meet
To envelop you in a celestial hug
And gently press 
The hope, virtue, and integrity 
Still in this world
Through your understandably hardened skin
And into your bloodstream 
To allow you to feel 
The integrity and veracity of my words
When I whisper 
It’s okay
It’s going to be okay

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