Isn't it unfair?
How one mistake,
Can make you a weed in a garden of lilies.
But don't you worry,
I can be the dirt you can grow on.
I'll be the street light in your dark alleyways.
I'll be the pillar that'll keep you standing.
And when you're about to drown,
I'll be your hook;
I'll grab you from the depths of despond.
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