It was who I shared my stories with.
It was who I depended on.
It was who I was able to rely on.
It was my beckoning call.
It lifted me when nothing was left.
It was love and it was my best friend.
It was who I shared my stories with.
It was who I depended on.
It was who I was able to rely on.
It was my beckoning call.
It lifted me when nothing was left.
It was love and it was my best friend.
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