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Heights. I used to be scared of heights, Tarver. But when I'm with you, I happen not to be. I must have gotten used to your presence— it lifts me up to the skies. It must have been the meaning of safeness, security precisely defined in your arms. It must have been our hands, perfectly clasped like two human hearts stitched by a destructive surgeon. Fingers that walked with me in the zenith of all mountains the cliff by the streets the bay walk's beam and every single ledge we wandered on, where you didn't hold aback to watch me fall. So Tarver, I didn't fall for you. It seems like you were the one who did that for me.
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Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 8:01 AM UTC
you tried to save him
Heights. I used to be scared of heights, Tarver. But when I'm with you, I happen not to be. I must have gotten used to your presence— it lifts me up to the skies. It must have been the meaning of safeness, security precisely defined in your arms. It must have been our hands, perfectly clasped like two human hearts stitched by a destructive surgeon. Fingers that walked with me in the zenith of all mountains the cliff by the streets the bay walk's beam and every single ledge we wandered on, where you didn't hold aback to watch me fall. So Tarver, I didn't fall for you. It seems like you were the one who did that for me.
Tarver Origin: English -tower on a hill
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Oct 24, 2015 at 8:01 AM UTC
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