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Jul 2014
Holding on is what I do.
People always taking flight
Flying away.
I have to hold on somehow.
But as soon as I let go
Thinking he won’t be
Like the rest. They fly
Faster than the one before.
Saying how beautiful I am
The whole time.
But how am I such a goddess
If you fly away from me.
Dee Bach
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