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A Letter To Your Mirror.

Little lad,
the stolen letters from you at five years old,
when days were still innocent
and you were climbing trees, they're beautiful.
The days when you still didn't understand, what they were saying
downstairs, still linger.
I knew then, through old penciled notes
you were something different.
You were created perfectly by a unique history.

It is all okay now,
even though times are hard.
We're the ones who can be brave, try not to make too many mistakes.
We can only make life, create life and be happy.
What else is there?

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