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Jul 2015
I don’t know what else to do
I feel like I’m losing my grip
Clinging on to your shirt as it slowly rips
And you slip, from my grasp
To the demons that are dragging you
Away from me, away from you
Away from all that we’ve built and all that we know
And if I could I would throw myself in your path
To keep you, please don’t go
With one foot in now, the other in fear
Don’t give in to the vandella
Slowly stealing your mind and your soul
I need you here.
Shelley Connor
Written by
Shelley Connor  Reading, UK
(Reading, UK)   
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