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Reaching out for a hand in the dark
Hopeing for a brush with the warmth of love
Living with the hope that the pain will fade
Hoping that the suffering is for a reason
Wishing you could know why
Losing grip with what is real and fake
wanting more then just whats here to see
longing for tomorrow and the hope that makes u wait
dreaming of the warmth of anothers touch
willing to kill to get a glimpse of happieness
dieing inside a little every day waiting for it
Reaching for it harder and harder every day
not realizing what u are reaching for was never there to begin with...