i will hold on to you until my last breath

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my hands enclose around your wrists
around your waist
gripping on tightly to you
every inch of my being aches for you to stay

but my limbs strain as you move further and further away

my hands are raw and bloody
my knuckles white
my nails chipped
i hang on as best i can
but you slip through my fingertips

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A/N: thank you for 200 reads!!! also, this is probably one of the poems i'm most proud of so i hope you liked it xxx

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