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May 9
We learn to hold hands with life.
Through good times
And bad.
She doesn’t sugarcoat,
Yet she loves
In her own way.

But when you looked me
In the eye
And said you wanted to die -
To let go of her grasp,
I saw her cry
And beg for your forgiveness.
Selma
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Selma  somewhere in europe
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