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First Fight
There were tears
Rolling down my face.
I never was a pretty crier,
So I looked away.
Heard your voice
Over my heavy breathing,
Crying harder when you said
You weren't leaving.
I hold tight to everything;
Knuckles white from my grip.
If I let go, even a little,
My whole world could slip.
I've been afraid, though,
To hold onto you.
My heart ga...
Tuesday 17th April 2018 5:17 am
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