To my dear who cries: Please wipe those tears from your eyes. No need for sadness, No need for pity or grief, Just hold my hand, and i'll make your sorrows brief. Lift your head, and show me those eyes. Smile a happy grin, and put your troubles aside. Yours Truly, -The one who will always make help you rise.
Reason for writing:
I hate it when a person that you love cries, and you just feel helpless. All you can do sometimes is listen, and let them cry on your shoulder. Someday you can only hope that they will do the same for you.
Birth sign: Taurus
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