Don't Leave

October 25, 2019

I give everything I can

(in fear that you'll leave)

my time my home my patience

and don't expect to receive

I can't lose another best friend

(because I lost more)

my love my trust my faith

and everything I lived for

I can't remember a year of my life

(because I felt dead)

no soul no air no blood

and yet I still bled

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