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Fistfuls of Sand
Posted by Sylvan Sylph, Oct 25, 2008. 911 views. ID = 1927
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I let you slip through my fingers
So willingly, yet unwillingly.
I never tried to keep you from going,
But how I wished you would stay.
To hold to you more tightly
Would only force you away.
Now we are strangers;
We pass each other by.
We pretend it's all the same,
But our laughter is a lie.
My smiles are empty;
There is pain in your eyes.
Your choices drive us apart.
My choices drove you away.
There is nothing left for saving
At the end of every day.
I let you slip through my fingers
Like sand falling to the shore,
So willingly, yet unwillingly.
I couldn't hold on to you anymore.
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