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You used to be my rock.

The one I could confide in,

for anything, anytime.

The one who kept me strong,

when I was at my weakest.

But the winds of time,

have now swept over us,

and corroded away everything,

I once knew.

Now it’s like you’re sand,

slipping through my fingers.

And there’s nothing I can do,

but try and hold on.



~*~ Jill ~*~