Dont let me go

Dont let me go

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Now you we're standing there right in front of me, I hold on scared and harder to breath. All of a sudden these lights are blinding me, I never noticed how bright they would be. I saw in the corner there is a photograph, no doubt in my mind it's picture of you. It lies there alone in it's broken glass,this bed was never made for two. I'll keep my eyes wide open, I'll keep my arms wide open. Don't let me, don't let me,don't let me go. Cause I'm tired of feeling alone. I promise you one day I'll bring you back a star. I caught one it burned a hole in my hand.seems like these days I watch you from afar just trying to make you understand. Don't let me go cause I'm tired of sleeping alone.
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Big empty rooms. Yells echoing across the corridors. The stench of Mother's whisky breath. The sound of the clock in the dining hall where Father never eats, endlessly ticking away the hours without him. Sometimes, there are scars that don't go away. This is not a love story. It's not about magic and hope. This is the story of my life, for the times I had no one but the stars. _____ I clambered onto the roof, even if it was chilly for star watching. I needed a helping hand. “Why?” I asked the sky, the moon, the stars—anyone who would listen. But they didn’t answer. How childish of me, to talk to the stars, I was pathetic wasn’t I? Yet I tried again. “Help?” Nothing. “Talk to me you damn stars!” I shouted. Just then, a shooting star flew by, like a dashing stroke of paint, gone as quickly as it had come. It seemed that this was my chance. I said, “I wish someone would love me, as much as I love the stars.” And to those words, I went back into my room, my cell, and awaited my fate.

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