Beneath the cloud

 Cast me out of your group, send me away far from home. I'll come back brighter than diamond.

Young men enjoy bloodshed, girls want others cry, people like to watch you wounded. No one sit and listen to your stories. They were right. As you get older, people get colder.
As I walked further from departure hall, I turned around, after my name was called. It breaks my heart yet give me courage that they never stop me, from the decision I made.
To my other half, that was what one addressed me, got me almost hopped off the plane and come back to that person, but I did not.
My friend, I am always here to catch you before you fall, or to take another step with you, I'll carry anything for you home.

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Missing you,
Liv