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Aug 2018
I’m not the strongest girl
I am weak and fragile.
You were strong and beautiful
You promised to hold me
To protect me through the storm

I did my best to calm the storm
So we could withstand it together
But with time
You slipped through my fingers

The storm is raging
And I’m not sure that I can withstand it on my own
But part of me prays
It’ll consume me
I’m sorry that I held on so tightly
Abigail Night
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Abigail Night  18/F/LOST
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