Carried;;

I feel the world,

in how you feel.

the pain, addiction.

The whole deal.

Always putting me down,

that's what you do,

let go in my arms;

you know i'll hold you.

Lies;

that is all.

you'll Never trust me.

& I am left waiting.

My pinky is free.

So trust me

in anger,

in hurt,

& in fear...

Where am I going?

You said you knew that i'm near,

But ***** me?

The friend, who won't leave you in tears?

I get it.

You're beaten,

You're broken,

you're bruiesd.

So what?

We're together,

friends strong,

& friends true.

Walk away?

Never.

Relax, cause I'm here.

Forever.

I meant it.

I'll pinky it here.

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