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Honestly I couldnt belive
How my shivering hands
Clung to him
Gust like they used to with razors
Because unlike them I actuly have
Somthing real to hold onto now
Before I found him , I held them
But now il never touch them again
Because Ive found somthing
Better then those razors and pills
A warm touch and hand to hold
A sholder to cry on throughout this
And I never let this go
Because love can conquer all

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