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One Grip.
What will she do?
What could she say?
How could she let him down this way?
No where to lean, no help, no crutch..
She never hated herself as much..
How dare she?
She let him drown,
The water arose and pulled him down..
But she let go,
She let him slip.
She lost it all,
In that one grip..
What could she say?
How could she let him down this way?
No where to lean, no help, no crutch..
She never hated herself as much..
How dare she?
She let him drown,
The water arose and pulled him down..
But she let go,
She let him slip.
She lost it all,
In that one grip..
Published 1st Jul 2011
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- Edited 11th Jun 2018 12:45pm
1st Jul 2011 9:31am
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Anonymous
2nd Jul 2011 9:43pm
Get a fishing pole then bring him up and give him mouth to mouth. There is still time to fix the grip he believes you have
3rd Jul 2011 9:27am
