Me in your arms,
Always lifted me to the stars.
With each false alarm,
It left me numerous scars
It seems this time left no qualms,
I’m afraid of when you will be very far.
Writings of a Phobophobe.
Me in your arms,
Always lifted me to the stars.
With each false alarm,
It left me numerous scars
It seems this time left no qualms,
I’m afraid of when you will be very far.
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