Little Me
Dear Little Me,
I'm sorry that I couldn't protect You, I guess Our childhood was a bit like poop.
Now You're older and You fear the touch of even a Lover,
You really miss Your closest brother (K)
You understood more than You should, and You didn't understand enough at the same time.
You're now in You're youth, not yet in Your prime.
You almost think it's time, but Your fear an abduction and that would break Your soul.
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