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i cant figure out who i want to be. or what i even want out of life. i am scared of everything.
i miss your hand in mine. strong holding weak, knowledgeble holding clumsy stupidity. a journey of glory and brilliance holding a journey of nothing. everytime our fingers met, tangled up in one another like those sleepy nights spent tangled in sheets, its as if your hands are trying to reach me, trying to pull me in the right direction. They bring me back to reality. your hand in mine..it makes me realize how little time i have spent living.
you will go on to live. you will go on to thrive, to breath, to fully take in each falling leaf, each breaking wave. i will give up. i will lose you. i have already lost myself.
i miss your hand in mine. strong holding weak, knowledgeble holding clumsy stupidity. a journey of glory and brilliance holding a journey of nothing. everytime our fingers met, tangled up in one another like those sleepy nights spent tangled in sheets, its as if your hands are trying to reach me, trying to pull me in the right direction. They bring me back to reality. your hand in mine..it makes me realize how little time i have spent living.
you will go on to live. you will go on to thrive, to breath, to fully take in each falling leaf, each breaking wave. i will give up. i will lose you. i have already lost myself.