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My hand…

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-Tell me your story, he said while walking her home. I want to know what life took you through,Β  before it lead you to me…

She smiled, and instantly blushed, touched by his sudden request.

-Will you hold my hand during the rough parts…?

She shyly looked up to him, meeting his warm gaze,

-Only if you let me hold it through the sweet ones…

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8 thoughts on “My hand…

  1. I’m glad it’s not my life story. That is like a running river with too many shallow parts, where the stones cut your feet. The fish also bite your toes, and to top it all off, the whole story is a lie, anyway!

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