This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Soka chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
Distance isn’t a test it’s a knife
I learned it the hard way
As he slowly drifts away
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It’s the wind that blows your fragile paper boats down the river
Away from your body and the non-existent heart that floated away with him
As he slowly drifts away
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The views atop the mountains I conquered took my breath
But it took all my senses to not feel the pain
As he slowly drifts away
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Distance isn’t a test it’s a wall made of diamond
It’s a barrier between life and death
As he slowly drifts away.