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Sep 2023
You’re slipping away from me. My instinct is to tighten my grip as much as I can. But I forget that love is water. The tighter I grip, the more it slips through my fingers.
I desperately want to be the one to make her happy, but I need to be ready to support her if I’m not that person. That’s what she would do
Written by
Michael
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   Meep and Rainswood
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