Hand In Hand

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I wake up with you, Hands entwined with mine.

I try to leave my bed and you just pull me in close and hold onto me for a little longer.

I'm late now, I force my self out of bed but your still clutching onto me.

Your eyes burn into me you know I'm getting ready to leave my house, That I am going to go out and be okay me.

I walk to my mirror.

I look into it and see you standing beside me, gripping my hand ready to leave with me.

" I am fine"

The bus ride was hell. There where people screaming, shouting.

college is boring. It's slow and I can only think about my best friend.

Its okay... "I can do this"

I am home now
red falling down my arms and legs

I slump into the view of my mirror.
I look at myself and and see you holding me in your arms...

"You won"

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