For Jenna and More
Why all the hatred,
my dear old friend?
Has life not given you
all that you have?
A family that cares,
a roof over head.
Seems like perfection to many instead
of riches and desires that rapidly fade.
Through practices and tournaments
your family made
just to see you smile and be happy it paid
off to them, you see.
I can't say I know your stories but one thing from me,
there is much to be thankful for and one day you'll agree.
So, why so much hatred?
My dear old friend.
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