As your hand rested on mine I stared straight ahead,
Too frightened to feel the same again, Yet I fight to hold on, It used to be easy, and then you hooked me. Hard to kick the high, But wiping the tears is worse, Constantly questioning what I deserve, To my demise, I reach the same conclusion, I can not unhook myself from your catch.
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