My dear child, I take this pen to write for you
You’ve been with me since the beginning
I am sorry. I treated you unfairly. I was selfish
You don’t understand how these flames burn
You see, the pleasure of this life was so pleasant
I failed to care for you, protect you, cherish you
Now I can see that you are me but I’m not you
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