If all goes to shit, entangled in weeds, up the creek, take comfort, breathe in the musk, the stink of sweat, echoing the presence of so many efforts, let out a sigh of relief, come, keep coming, all the way into the arms of your father, and know there’s a god above, live, laugh, love, let your mind accept the idea, that your lover is looking after you, something that looks and sees you, acknowledges your existence, and with a clear mind, a jovial personality, and a red hat, though seed is scattered, across the land, the mountains and the valley, soft clouds and delicate flower petals, dare to yearn, dare to dream, and reach for the sun, your dad and mom, wish with all their hearts to hold you close, baby, please know, they very much understands where you are…

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