I’ll never forget
You were there for me in my hour of regret
Trapped in a cycle of pain
Blaming myself for all that had happened
Even if I had no control over it
You were my solace in the darkness
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Nicely done. Can feel the gratefulness come through this poetry. It’s always nice to have someone to share your pain with
Beautiful piece, Eric.
A good friend!
Poignantly written!!! Loving it!!!❤️❤️💕