Little One

I want to help you But I don't want my steps in your sand If you wish to keep your beach clean I'll keep by my tides But slowly You have become a person I care about Like a friend A niece A sister And though you let others Pour their black tar of intentions Into your pure mind Don't let it infest your veins Don't let it block your heart Spit out the spite And let it dry up on the concrete Under the warm sun Forget the ones who forgot you They worry no longer You should too

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