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he was holding at the end holding at the end of the line maybe hoping maybe ending I dare not to see what's in his mind I teased a little bit shaking the end of the line it was me holding on it was me at the other end of the line where were we? both at the ends of a road ends of the road not together but a part realized that by the end tried to hold on by the ends oh, but it slip! you let go you let go of the string that connects our line.
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 5:55 PM UTC
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he was holding at the end holding at the end of the line maybe hoping maybe ending I dare not to see what's in his mind I teased a little bit shaking the end of the line it was me holding on it was me at the other end of the line where were we? both at the ends of a road ends of the road not together but a part realized that by the end tried to hold on by the ends oh, but it slip! you let go you let go of the string that connects our line.
here sepanx feeeels my dear co poem writers. So there really are times where we have to let go of people who left us in the first place.
mmikee
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 5:55 PM UTC
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