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Sep 12
Hold my hand.
Our fingers tight.
So tight- I'd bleed.
I'd break the silence,
With a loud scream-
Filled with utter terror.
I'd shed tears,
That taste like pain.
Beg you on my knees-
Begging you to leg go.

just don't let go
For the ones holding onto pain for it's the last thread connected what is lost ♡
Inewdip
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