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Oct 2014
So many hands
Held me and helped me
But one pair
Was their for me

They held on as I cried
As I lied to myself
They comforted me and accepted me

These hands
Never spoke harsh words

These hands of darkness
Are my savior
Darkness is my home, my place to escape reality
These hands open up to me
Xenna
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Xenna
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   Devon Webb and ---
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