constant reminders everywhere of
times we shared only yesterday and
yet sometimes seem like years ago
today my world is in disarray but
tomorrow you'll smile and take my
hand like everything is fine
I'll hold yours and return the gentle
pressure because that's what I always
do...too afraid of losing you
I remember the good times so it's not
hard to go through the bad with you if
that's what I have to do to make you stay












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