for dear life || ten

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am I asking you for too much,

because I can feel it,

the slight weakening in your grip,

your voice sounding like a soft whisper,

your figure slowly away fading too,

eventually you'll be gone,

but I don't want you to leave,

you said you wouldn't,

and mostly because...

I need you.

~Maddie

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