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you grab my hand at the festival to guide me through the crowd and i feel cared for
your body is like a lighthouse to my sinking ship. i want you to be there the day i die. when the waves and the fish all carry me away watching as i become one with memories of us shouting at the sea about how badly life has wronged us. im sorry to leave you like this. hold my hand one last time as i start regretting having defied destiny to save you. for there was no better way to die than with you sinking by my side. ;title;