My Dearest Cinnamon Toast Crunch,
This was a sad poem and I, for one, am not happy when you are not happy. I will catch you at the bottom if ever you should fall. I will be the helping hand holding you back from the ledge on which you are poised to jump from. I hope that this is a work of fiction, because if not, I am kicking somone's sorry behind REAL soon. :] Always here for you love.
Much Love To You
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