Stepping down that big boulder, I held your hand. Climbing up that steep hill, I took your support. When the roadside goons stared at me, I held on to you. In the dark street, on that cloudy night, I clasped your arm. I remember leaning on your shoulder after a tiresome day. I remember hugging you tight after that happy vacation. I remember trusting you with my body and soul, Till you tore my-self piece by piece. I remember you as my world, Till I realised your world doesn't know me.
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