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The high notes in your voice, as you cry during goodbyes Those shrieks, so muffled, like prayers of the opressed Your grip loses its tone with age But sometimes you mustn't let go
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Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
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The high notes in your voice, as you cry during goodbyes Those shrieks, so muffled, like prayers of the opressed Your grip loses its tone with age But sometimes you mustn't let go
ellie-hughes
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Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
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