Cry for the boy that they wouldn’t leave alone,
Cry because you never stood up to them.
Cry for fear of repetition of the past,
Cry because you can’t do a damn thing about it.
Cry for the future and its unknowns,
Cry because you’re already doing all that you can.
Cry for yourself and everyone else.
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