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Dec 2016
I can feel your hold on me
You grasping me so tight that;
I am too afraid to speak.
I submit to the thoughts of you,
Just you.
Because what else am I supposed to do?
You won't let go of me so neither of us are leaving.
Always I am repeating this
Except that you know deep down:
I never mean it.
Chloe's Not An Angel
Written by
Chloe's Not An Angel  23/F/UK
(23/F/UK)   
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