I am a hand
That chose to let go
That bleeds from holding on too tight
On the knife that was my only hope
I am fragile and weak
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For the Lonely souls
ПоэзияJust things that i write when I'm lonely. Cover by @AlyssaGuev29
I am.. (5th part)
I am a hand
That chose to let go
That bleeds from holding on too tight
On the knife that was my only hope
I am fragile and weak
