To hold a friend
As if it’s the last time.
Sobbing into their arms
Cradling their head
Heaving of shoulders
Fearing the lost time
And the uncertainty ahead.
To hold a friend
As if it’s the last time.
Sobbing into their arms
Cradling their head
Heaving of shoulders
Fearing the lost time
And the uncertainty ahead.
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