Category : Diary/Journal

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I touched your foots and hands it was cold
I was waiting with the hope
For it to get warm again
To open your eyes and see me looking at you
Little did I realized that your life was counting out with each seconds as your head shakes 

I never gave up on you and never will
Cause you always fight and come out from this death hole
Beside your grave I will stand and seat I will lie down and wake up still waiting for you to come outta here

I won't believe you are gone for a while
I know you are here beside me because I see you in my thoughts