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And even as the rain falls quietly
The cold comes silently
And the time goes past midnight
I still wish to to right
By you, for giving me the gift I lost

A reason to get up and bother writing
In a world nobody would see me worth fighting
For honour, for myself, for what was us
To avoid ever needing to cuss
Even before I knew the cost

I pray you're well even on nights like this
I pray God finds you and that you persist
That if earth isn't our finale
I pray heaven is our reunion
Of 2 wayward souls


That even as the people I once called friends dissapear
That my heart knows you're near
Your value is higher than their memories
Our moments cost more than their stories
I realise now you were always the goal

And if we truly do never meet again
Whether heaven, earth or the next life
I pray our decendants become friends
And bring light where we saw strife

I pray you atleast find peace
In that galaxy you call your eyes
That the rain in the skies
Wash away what prevents you from release
Something I wrote on the spot on one of those nights again. Based on the same person as most of my new work as it inspires me further and more than anything has in the past. Thanks for reading.

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