Your Dying Friend
when theres little life left in them all you can do is sheed a tear and your striff for it cuts like a knife. I know your heart is broke seeing them die slow but remember heanens wher their going too go. that's when you say a prayer I promise god will hear.
Copyright © Steven Coleman | Year Posted 2014
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