" By the cracks of his skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
Held on as tightly as you held onto me.
And, I built a home
For you
For me
Until you disappeared
From me
From you
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust "
intanazreniosman : This is a place where i don't feel alone.
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