6 September 2012
My letters to Zyanya they kept growing She moved away but we kept going I know it may seem cliche But we really where meant this way Our friendship never really changed We were always worth the same We always talked of lots of things Of how we wanted to e kings We then would talk of our lives And if my father had not died Then we would all have really tried To bring us back right side by side.
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Letters TO Zyanya • Opuss № I