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An Hour too Late
I feel like I was an hour too late.
Now you're gone and I'm left with pain.
I miss you my friend.
Now I'm cutting and crying again.
Wish I was there sooner to help you.
Blaming myself again.
I lost another friend.
Crying for days will be the case.
All because I was an hour too late.
Now you're gone and I'm left with pain.
I miss you my friend.
Now I'm cutting and crying again.
Wish I was there sooner to help you.
Blaming myself again.
I lost another friend.
Crying for days will be the case.
All because I was an hour too late.
Published 31st Jul 2021
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31st Jul 2021 7:43am
An hour too late--
This is intense--reducing the tragic loss of a friend to just a few words: short, direct, irrefutable.
Brutal...
This is intense--reducing the tragic loss of a friend to just a few words: short, direct, irrefutable.
Brutal...
2nd Aug 2021 2:53am
Hey Kavik…….how painful this is……brings back very sad memories…….you’re not alone in this……sorry about your friend…….purple luv & hugs xo :)
