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I'll always be there for you...I'm your friend and I'll always be there,
No matter when, no matter where.
Gimme me a shout, I'll be by your side,
You are the water and I am your tide.
I've got your back, you've got mine,
I'll be there for you anytime.
Nothing pains me more than to see you weep,
To see you smile gives me joy by the heap.
Others know my good stories,
But you're the one who lived them with me.
Our golden memories will never die,
To you, I will never say good-bye.
If my broken heart ever needed a mend,
You always had a hand to lend.
You are my friend and will always be,
I'm the peaceful beach, you the glistening sea.
There's so much more I'd like to say,
But words have failed me on this day.
To end, I'll admit I don't know what made me choose you,
But no matter what, I don't want to lose you!
Why Smile?I stare out the window,
I roam around my room,
About what is, what was, what will be,
My past, my present, my destiny!
I smile to myself,
It's nothing you will see,
You'll never understand,
'Cuz you can't be me.
It's a wish, it's a hope, it's a secret desire,
Burning in my heart like a red-hot fire!
I know it'll be but a distant dream,
I see in fate's eyes a cunning gleam.
But things have been done,
It's nothing I can change,
I won't run,
But live my life strange!
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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