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Take my hand Don’t let go Share with me your doubts and I shall listen Never feel that your grip is to tight Even if my hand shall turn purple, Its nerves dying A hand is nothing compared to an open heart Soak your grief and watch as it dissolves into relief
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Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 6:29 PM UTC
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Take my hand Don’t let go Share with me your doubts and I shall listen Never feel that your grip is to tight Even if my hand shall turn purple, Its nerves dying A hand is nothing compared to an open heart Soak your grief and watch as it dissolves into relief
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23/M/London
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 6:29 PM UTC
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