I'll be right beside you.
When your knees give out and your hands are sore from rocks digging into your palms from being on the ground so long.
My hand will be in yours.
I'll hold you by your chin and look into your eyes to show you every emotion from the depths of our souls.
When the world is set on your shoulders as punishment, I'll give you mine to restrict the pressure. Because in the end "we're all playing the same game, just on different level. All in hell, just with different devils,".
We can't save each other, but we can resurrect.
-beside you (h.c, 8.10.16)
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