I really wish I was 3 again.
So I can whimper and nobody will stop me.
So I can stomp my feet, unleashed my anger.
So I can hold your legs, and begged you for not going.
But, I am not.
I am 30.
And I can't beg you for not going.
I can't stop you for not going.
Because I am 30, and I understand.
I completely understand.
The pain in your heart.
And by letting you do what you want to do,
is the only way I can think to help ease your pain.
So I can't beg you.
Although I really want to.
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