I miss you. Believe me, it still hurts so much.
You always offered your hand for help, I haven't seen that in a while.
The past two years I've been without your friendship; who said you could worm your way back?
We all know I'll let you back in.
Someone take hold of the puppet strings that have been attached so diligently to my limbs.
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