Nothing made sense.
Not my father, no.
He was perfect,
Not capable of anything bad.
But here i was,
Holding on to my best friend,
One of the last time's I saw him.
I make a promise,
A promise i knew not must me broken,
Severed, like our bond.
Nothing made sense.
Not my father, no.
He was perfect,
Not capable of anything bad.
But here i was,
Holding on to my best friend,
One of the last time's I saw him.
I make a promise,
A promise i knew not must me broken,
Severed, like our bond.
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