
To flying alone.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst/Friendship - Words: 57 - Published: 11-19-11 - id: 2971872
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Every time we used to meet,
I hated you.
I can't bring that back with
This dim radio, playin' last year.
I won't do it, but they still
Always explode in my hands.
We had so many "our songs"
But we never knew everything.
Everyone's left me here.
I might have to fly alone.
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