Asleep, shaking, and scared lost and gasping for air. To afraid of letting go but my past is all i hold. Wanting to stay where i am just as long as i can see him. the comfort of the voice i hear i wish i had a f*cking beer, The last time ill see him again i wake up to my best friend.
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