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To grasp the space between your fingers would be much too big a handful for someone who has only ever held before explosions from hands which closed too soon To understand the breaths between your words would be a story far too deep for a person who has only ever heard before the echoes of shallow water wells whose drains let out too soon Though having but a drip of your presence in my world pool has created a current where I could happily drown in all of the future waters but I can't bare to keep living like that
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Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 4:09 PM UTC
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To grasp the space between your fingers would be much too big a handful for someone who has only ever held before explosions from hands which closed too soon To understand the breaths between your words would be a story far too deep for a person who has only ever heard before the echoes of shallow water wells whose drains let out too soon Though having but a drip of your presence in my world pool has created a current where I could happily drown in all of the future waters but I can't bare to keep living like that
I'm not ready to drown yet
xoi
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Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 4:09 PM UTC
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