you used to hold me. as tightly as you possibly could, when i needed you the most. i could feel your hands on my back, moving up and down so slowly, in a movement to comfort me, which took my breathe away. i used to press my face against your shoulder,
feeling every one of your muscles, straining to keep me close; strong, but yet so gentle.
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Poetry❝no❞ might make him angry, but it will set you free. - if no one has ever told you, your freedom is more important than their anger. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #28 in poetry #25 in poetrycollection
