This hasn’t happened just once or twice

It has happened many times before this

But this time the date is irrelevant

and the story is the same


It always starts with the same sickness

And the same realization

That you can’t say my name

But - 

How could I blame you?


Faulty friendship and fear of falling

Foreshadowed the force from which we fell

Face first into failure


If only-


We picked ourselves up from the ground

We could have found

A way around

Such a deadly departure


But to this day I haven’t found a way to make you stay

Yet I still pray

Every day

That we’ll find a way


We’ll find a way 

The End

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