the warmth of you hand made me happy
it made me feel safe and loved
but now that you have left
i feel like i have no security
so i try and find the missing piece
but never seem to find the other side
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drowning thoughts
Poetryit came unto her that she was no longer the one everyone loved
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the warmth of you hand made me happy
it made me feel safe and loved
but now that you have left
i feel like i have no security
so i try and find the missing piece
but never seem to find the other side