Music: Florence + the Machine - Breath of Life


Take my hand

He slips away from me
as I slip away from myself

I close my eyes and let myself tumble
so tired of this endless self-battle and hateful illusions

She catches my hand
pulls me closer
whispers to me as I cry
"where were you?"

- waiting for you to let me hold you






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Written on 2012-05-20 at 21:23

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