Jan 8
i wish i could see your grief,
lead them by my own two hands,
then give them a room big enough in
me to fit them and their lingering shadows.
lead them by my own two hands,
then give them a room big enough in
me to fit them and their lingering shadows.
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴.
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