'Friends' 'Separation' 'Longing'
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You began by holding my hand destroying all my obstacles, holding me when I couldn't stand. Though it began with late night scary dreams, for which you were prepared;
Dear, you You know who you are You know why you’re far Away, but I don’t care why Whenever I think of you I almost cry
Few years ago I would smile and say hey Because life's too short to feel hate Now, i have been hurt too many times Being nice to the traitor is no longer my fortay
For Curt. His eyes were an offset blue, Identical to the unyielding forces of the tempestuous sea and the churning influence of the clouds. Or were they an unpolished silver,