I can't handle that.
I’m going to lose you
And you’re going to lose me
Very soon.
I’d be lying
If I said
I could handle that.
There’s still eleven days left
But my heart hurts
Every time I think of it.
I love you, my friends
And I’ve been crying myself to sleep
Over it
Every night.
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