When that thing that brings comfort
no longer fills me,
When hands I once hold
starts slipping,
Thats when I realise,
I'm all alone.
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Perfectly Imperfect, You
الشعرA collection of the emotions you brought to me To the untouchable - love between two worlds *Translations for this book is strictly prohibited.* ® All Rights Reserved.
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When that thing that brings comfort
no longer fills me,
When hands I once hold
starts slipping,
Thats when I realise,
I'm all alone.
