Old women..Why do you cry? I can see your pain when I look in your eyes..Ive seen you here last night..Right where I stand. I have nothing to give you but take hold of my hand. While you hold my hand feel the warmth of my heart..keep this inside of you. For I give this gift of me, I hope it heals your heart and sets you free.
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This was beautifully written, and the picture you attached to it was perfect!