Hold me again
If I could look into your eyes once more, I wouldn't need to die; I could live like before. If I could hold your hand and feel your skin, I wouldn't be dead and lost within. Murder me from beyond your death; Steal from me my last breath. Return to me the love that has been lost— I'll give you my life, if death is the cost. ©Faithfullydead
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