Tight
Hands clasped tight. Sqeezing.
Life slowly pours from the eyes that once lit my world.
And why? He betrayed me.
With a girl so pretty but not as fare as I.
One accident after another and now he is left to roam free in the skies with that girl
he called "Baby".
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