The last few days of my life,
Have been spent holding a knife,
Not a clue of what to do,
Especially without a person like you.

Now that you're gone,
And not here with me,
All I have left to hold,
Is what's in the center of your heart,
The main entrance;
The key

There in my heart, there you'll be
And hugs, and shoulder's to cry on,
They'll be free,
I hope and wish that
You'll always be there for me.
 
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