~hands~

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I don't believe it
How could it be true?
Drowning in the depths
Fighting to live,
And yet somehow,
Somehow...
The fight no long seeks so hopeless,
Bleak
Maybe there were a thousand hands,
Just waiting
In case I fell
-And I did
But that isn't important,
What is is this:
I got up again
Holding onto your hand
All the while
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I like the ending of this one 😊
-🌌

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