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HERE YOU GO,
MY LITTLE FRIEND,
SOME FOOD THAT YOU MAY PROSPER.

I'LL NURTURE YOU,
WITH ALL MY THOUGHTS,
AND GIVE YOU ROOM TO FLOURISH.

FEARS WITHIN,
NEED CONSTANT CARE,
WITH OUT OUR HELP,
NOT BLOSSOM.

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