Dear, Mr.Tree.
I drew stars in your skin. You were dropped and abused though you were once pampered. I think of you daily. Others do what they can. I am merely a child but I want you to know that I pray for your land. Your land was your home. Your home was filled with friends. -You were pampered with love, then you were forsaken. Dear, Mr.Tree. I drew stars in your skin. One day everyone will know how special you truly are when they finally decide to turn off the lights..-Love, ---.....
Anonymous.
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"These tears are for joy"
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