Holding on

There it was again.
The fear that it was gone.
It may never come back.
Walk away or apologize.
This maybe have been the first time.
It could also be the last
It might be something to hold on to.
Forever. Or never.
Holding on, fearful she’ll never be in love again.

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Sara Claire

Just a girl who likes to write.

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