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Jul 2013
Missing the hands I used to hold
Your hands in mine, very tight hold,
never letting go of the hands I hold
Then I realized the hands I hold
is not mine to hold...
I let go your hands
It breaks my heart, it feels too cold
My hands too old
My heart too cold
Not again I hold....
Your hands not mine to hold
sometimes what you think is yours is not yours entirely...
Sharina Saad
Written by
Sharina Saad  Malaysia
(Malaysia)   
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