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Jul 2016
When you left

I remember holding onto your hand so tightly that I could hear my fingers breaking

But looking back at it, now

I think that it was my heart

5 years later and my fingers aren't the same since you've held them

5 years later and I still remember the sound

The sound when you left, which was probably silent for you

But a thunderstorm for me
Written by
Giana Bonomolo
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