Fight

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Take my hand,

keep me rooted to this land.

Hold me tight,

show me that you will fight.

For all that we share,

I need to see you care.

Sometimes I feel so out of place,

with you in our space.

You have my heart, 

but were always apart.

I want you here,

because I hold you, dear.

You are part of me,

and now you hold the key.

To make me smile,

you don't have to go any extra miles.

I just need you to hold me tight,

and not give up this fight.

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