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Sep 2018
When I start to fade
You pat my hand
When I sit there in a day
You take my hand

When the tears start to flow
You hold my hand
When I don’t respond
You squeeze my hand

Until I come back to
You don’t let go
Without a second thought
You always know

Just knowing that you’re there
I know I’m safe
Even if you’re not near
You’re with me in space
(This was written for my family after one of my epileptic seizures)
Silentwriter180
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Silentwriter180  50/F/Monterey, CA
(50/F/Monterey, CA)   
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   Paul Butters
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