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Feb 2016
You were right there,
In arms length
And my hand was outstretched towards you,
But my fingers couldn't find yours quick enough
And I know your arm was tiring
So I let you let go
Even though all I want to do is hold on tight, tighter
Til my knuckles turn white
But exhaustion is on your face
And I can't be the cause of that look ever again
Payton
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Payton  27/F
(27/F)   
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   --- and Jesica
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