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Oct 2020
i never thought
i’d hold a hand,
that didn’t make me full of fear.

but your hand,
delicate fingers
and scars from the cold.

wraps me in a hug
that doesn’t suffocate
but guides me.

and with your hand in mind,
i feel safe.
please don’t let go.
Written by
mae  17/F/not quite there yet
(17/F/not quite there yet)   
75
   Imran Islam and ---
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