Skipping Stones

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Holding you tight,
Being low,
I'm trying hard,
But let you go.


Surrender to what is known as
Heaven
And gaining life,
Way more than seven.

Doubting that it would be forever
But in your arms
I feel the endless
rhyme.

Still wondering
What's true, what's not
How I deserve
Just what I've got.


                                                                                                                                     - Ann

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Any thoughts? :)

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