Allow me to take thy burden off thy shoulders
Let me be the bearer of your sins
Don't tell me what I'll feel before you have spoken
That's like telling me I'll quack and grow fins
I would never hate you for silly emotions
I would never scorn a sweet friend in need
You are precious to me, do not forget that,
and I will tell you now I will keep at it indeed
I'll not rest until you know to tell me
the secrets bleeding your very beautiful heart
I will not allow you to keep them locked away
only to let such monsters tear you apart
Give me that key, young lady, I'm searching for it
You'll not get away with keeping to yourself
If I didn't care, I wouldn't be persistent,
and I won't forget like somebody else
Don't tell me it's okay when you say you hate what you are
If it's that bad, it's not good for my bright, shining star
My dear little iris, confide into your rose tonight
I'm sure I'll be able to make that frown turn bright
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For my dear little Yuna, who refuses to tell me what's wrong.
I am NOT going to forget in the morning! Forget THAT theory! 
I'll have this poem here to remind me.
Written June 14th, 2006
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I'll comment on this. Um...this is such a beautiful and you sure are stubborn. You're too determined for your own good
lovely write and...yeah. Now you won't forget for sure 
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I hope so too, though she did tell me some things after.
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This was beautiful and very heartfelt. It shows that you care very much for your friend.
I hope all is well for her.
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very super
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