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Apr 2015
Something about the way you held me,
It made me feel safe and calm for the first time in my life.
Like if you held me tightly enough, I would stop falling apart.
You looked at me like I wasn't shattered,
You believed I could be put back together.
That was when I knew I couldn't stay.
SZ
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SZ  Canada
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