I heard your tears.
You hid behind my door,
And I stood behind you silently.

I was too young to know
How to bury the sorrow.

In my eyes:
If we collected her favorite things,
It would eliminate all of the suffering.

I was too young to know,
That I couldn't make it not grow.

by Tessa Roods

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