The Image of a Boy

Oh, how I wish I would have known you. How many hurts I could have walked through with you-for you. Tears I would have mopped. Burdens I would have born. Alas; I fear the pain is what paved the way to me.The agony, the defeat...the loss.I wish now I could go back to this boy and hold his face- to assure him the road leads home. Even now, I want desperately to reach through the eyes that still hold this boys' pain. I'm here! Let me in! Do life with me, holding my hand. I will bear your burdens- you need only appear. I come broken as well, but together we will

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