Another one caught in my throat.
Gasping for air.
An unsung word comes falling out.
Alone again.
Filthy hands shroud my eyes.
Images of you flash in my every thought.
Why did you leave? My only wish, that you will come back.
What would it take? I would give everything.
Our friendship has become discolored and painted over with blood. Our friendship has become discolored and painted over in blood,
in blood.
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