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by ...~WinglessAngel~... Jun 28, 2006
Friendship, family /
Grasping hands of past,
No longer in sight.
And I feel weakness creep up,
As I begin to lose the fight.
Once wide smiles,
That lightened up each day.
Now broken hearts and souls,
Which haunt in every way.
Feeling the bond become fainter,
As the words cut the air.
Words with no intention to scar,
But at my heart they tear.
Please take back my helping hands,
That once held you in the past.
And maybe with our loving arms,
Our bond may somehow last.
For as we speak each and every day,
I feel the bond is breaking.
And with all my might I will try to keep,
Our friendship bond from fading.