Be Kind
When beauty withers-and tears in two,
It's like losing the second part of you,
You never know what you'll find,
when you're the one-stuck in that time,
Thinking of the time you had,
And all the things that weren't that bad,
next time don't be so rude,
You never know what people are going through...
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