I let you fall from my grasp,
I let you go
I let you free
And so the bruises started to heal
-don't hold on
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Poetry"why are all my poems about you?" {highest is #3 in poetry} {cover by @wallflower_r} {completed}
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I let you fall from my grasp,
I let you go
I let you free
And so the bruises started to heal
-don't hold on
