hold on, darling. we're almost home

i can feel everything we have slowly slipping through my fingers. i'm trying so hard to hold on but it's like trying to stop sand from falling through an hourglass and i just can't hold on much longer and i keep begging and crying out for you to help me and for you to hold on but the more i do the more your fingers open and all of the sand is falling so quickly i don't know how to stop it. please don't let me go

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