gripped in a clench
strained tension cuts
your skin bleeds
but tears me apart
i am but a kite...
hold me
but let me go
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When has love ever been equated to fear?
Fear of hurt.
Fear of being forsaken.
Fear of not being loved in return.
Why don't we try to hold on to faith, let go of fear and watch love soar?
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