I reach out a hand, grasping for you
You struggle to connect and eventually...
Eventually you give up
Give up to go save a new damsel in /distress/
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Screw The World
PoetryLeave me alone. Don't mind the lines on my wrist. They're only the shadow of a broken promise By: Sophie
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I reach out a hand, grasping for you
You struggle to connect and eventually...
Eventually you give up
Give up to go save a new damsel in /distress/