Retrospective #2
Moving on without your best friend
is like walking without a leg,
imagine feeling like shit
as you'll never see that part of you again.
Not even a fucking answer I got,
that definitely smashed my heart.
Then it was necessary for me to reconstruct,
to rebuild myself before I went on.
We had everything,
we screwed it all
just before leaving I did
I'm so sorry, love.
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