Hell

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Hell is not being able to hold your hand

Muster up the courage to hold your gaze

Not being able to hold you in the delicates of ways

Feel your heart pressed against my own

Kiss you beneath the moonlight sky

With the stars gazing back at us

Star crossed lovers will be written down in history as you and I

Maybe we'll meet someday

In a world where we'll be accepted

Normal

Until then, promise me

Promise me you'll hold on

Hold on until time would wait for us

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