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Friendship By Anonymous The liquid is orange, like a fake tan It’s my stomach with a slam Everything is blurry once more Are we walking out the door? Can she feel me slipping? I hope she won’t be missing? I shouldn’t have done those lines My eyes are exploding like mines My death was painful but quick And she’s blaming herself for this shit She drags my body back to the car Buckles me in like my mother who’s not far Why is she driving? Where will she go? I made her hit this low. She is dumping gas all over the place For one last time she touches my face She takes one last cigarette from my pack I remember all the time she had my back The match is gold with fire And flames rise higher and higher She didn’t even scream when death comes She was always that brave My best friend goes to heaven with wings of white I knew I could never make that flight But with great surprise I feel God’s grace And I met her with a warm embrace Back to Contents 49