Rope and Ladder
Then There's You
You held out your hand for me to grab onto and I latched onto it.
It was my rope.
It was my ladder.
It helped me climb out of the trenches. It helped me step out of the darkness.
I held onto your hand. I gripped on it tighter, afraid that it would slip away from me. That it would disappear and I would find myself lost again.
But the more, I held onto you, the more I hurt you. The more it hurt us.
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