She needed a light and I was there, shinning the way.
We came out of that dark place hand in hand, only to take different paths, in this journey of life.
Yet we are still connected.
A connection that is stronger than friendship, love.
A connection that is bound by blood.
She walked through hell, but I refused to let her walk alone in the place of darkness.
Our journey is long, twenty-two years in the making.
We may not be hand in hand for the rest of the journey, but we will always cross paths and join hands again.
Picking up where we left off.
Connected by friendship, by love, by blood.
She walked through hell, but I refused to let her walk alone in the place of darkness.
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