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Remember, I am always near,

A lighthouse in your sea of fear.

When pain and burdens twist and bind,

Turn, and my outstretched hand you'll find.

Here is the sleeve of my jacket, worn,

A quiet promise through nights forlorn.

A symbol steadfast, a truth resides,

My heart beats softly, where solace hides.

Yes, you're a brave and grown-up boy,

But even heroes lose their joy.

Men cry too, though secrets sleep,

A hidden world of wounds they keep.

I too have trembled, heart laid bare,

The world's harsh winds a cruel affair.

A paper airplane, taking flight,

Lost in the vast approaching night.

Yet fragile though we both may be,

There's strength in shared humanity.

Together we'll brace, together withstand,

No storm can break a united band.

So when the claws of sorrow press,

Remember, my hand is your progress.

Here is the sleeve, a worn thread's keep,

A shield from worries that sow unease and weep.

A heart beats here, open, whole,

To cradle pieces of your soul.

Take it freely, no cost, no due,

Your wounds I'll help you see you through.

Because even a grown man's armor may bend,

Behind the mask, he still needs a friend.

Scarred though the world may leave its trace,

A candle burns brightest in a lonely place.

Come, paper child, frail but so bold,

This hand, the heart, an anchor to hold.

Stretch out your hand and clasp it tight,

We'll navigate through the stormy night.

Yes, in this fractured, tender sphere,

My hand will wipe away each tear.

Together, no wind can tear us apart,

For strength blooms from an unyielding heart.