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《H O L D I N G O N》
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There she is,
Holding on as tight as one ever could.
Afraid that it may escape,
Her one and only hope.
She doesn't realise the damage,
Neither notices the pain.
Her hands so calluosed and bruised,
All that blood trickling down in vain.
Breath ragged and rapid,
Heart beating so wildly.
If only she knew,
If only she'd seen what most saw,
Her entire being would've been shattered and split.
Into shards so tiny one could not admit,
It would break her and bash her.
Because no amount of lingering hope,
Will bring her old self back.
And yet, I swear to you,
She would not have given up.
Instead, her hands shall remain firm,
As she believed otherwise.
And fantasies swirled in her head.
She convinced herself of the light,
Moved away from all the dark.
Thought of another happy beginning,
So wonderfully perfect.
Until the rope snapped,
And back she fell into the abyss,
The one she believed she could escape.
How I know dear one?
Well I was her, once.
Now look at me,
So hollow and empty,
Nothing but a shell,
Of who that girl used to be
- Copyrighted by A. Y. Eirlys
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