There was another time
a before grown time
when all that mattered
for a boy
was his main man.
Backrub when things got too much
over nothing much, really.
But letting them know
everything will be okay, mattered
more than anything.
No matter if tears led to exhaustion
plenty enough blood
was given. There was a time
when I was afraid of this world.
Defeated by…
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