.::This Will Probably be the last poem i make.::.
Friendship will fade and rust,
The people you once cared for, Now blown into dust.
Bind together you all once said,
but they are all now dead.
Now you are hanging onto the edge,
but you can't hold on.
you slip on the ledge,
falling like sand,
knowing No one can grab your hand.
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