When no more hands
are able to hold me
Please tell
so I may let go.
Let go of the pain
let go of the fight
and let death
win my battle.
Our battle,
you told me once.
Seems you forgot
to bring some armor
Not prepared, are we?
So you ran away
left me on the field
fighting for my life.
But I let it be.
I know from the start
that you were never
a hand to hold.
You held my finger,
in that way
you could let go of me easily.
Written by: jme_28
A/N: Heyyyy It's been sooooo freakin' long since I updated XD There was this competition that was to die for and we were all getting ready so I practically arrive my house at 7 and I still had to do many things for the competition. That, or I just end up diving onto my bed because I'm really tired...you prolly don't care XD. anyway XD I GOT 50 VIEWSSSSS WAHEY!
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**sorry if this note is so annoyingly long XD I'm just really tired and wanting to rant about the whole month T^T
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Little Red Notebook
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