me and someone call Friends

it seems cloudy up there,
when you offer me a hand,
i trust you more than i trust my self,
you pull me up so high,
until a level where the wind whisper,
and i doubt you, i stop holding your hand,
falling...way down..way too high,
before i crash one day,
will be thinking of you,
and hoping you grab me,
but it seems you won't,
because you just won't risk anything for me,
thanks for being my friend for a while.

the end.

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