We used to come here.
To the tree on the hill.
And i will be there.
Waiting for you to heal
My wounds that you made.
My skeleton lays underground.
And our initials carved on the bark with a blade
Now resting in my chest, an unhealed wound
Hugging it tightly as I would
Hug you if only you were here...
But you seem to forget
About this place.
About me, and what made
Us to have faith
That we will be someone for each other.
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