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She held onto my hand,

like a weak child,

waiting for the right moment to speak.

I saw her lips part,

tumbling out came sorrow,

and pain.

I squeezed tighter,

just to feel her start slipping away.

What do you say to someone that's scared to dream?

"It'll be okay, tomorrow."

"I know."

She blinked,

then lead me on,

dragging me with her.

My heart,

a cavity.

And her's,

a stone.

She's dragging me down,

but I'm not letting go.

7:03 p.m. - 2001-09-20

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