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Nov 2018
If you’d only hold on,
To my torn empty hands,
I can show you that pain,
Is not always a bad thing.

If you’d only open up,
And tell me your feelings,
I’ll hold all our tears,
Until reasons do not exist.

You say that love is far over,
The colors of dawn are only fading,
But ever since you’ve loved me,
I’ve felt compelled to disagree.

Love is nothing if there’s no end,
Time’s grasp having no effect,
So let’s make even more of this moment,
Before fear enters and holds us back.
So if love is nothing more than just a waste of your time waste it on me...
anotherdream
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