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May 19
he didn’t simply hold my hand
instead he cradled it between
both of his as if I was made
to be handled with care.
I didn’t dare tell him
I’ve been broken
so many times
It’s too late
to be gentle
Written by
shadowedsilhouette
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       alex, rick, Manx and Shadows
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