Everything I'm holding in my palm,
everything's just
drifting apart
Everyone I hold in my heart,
every memory I have from the start
everything's just
drifting apart
And I don't know how to stop this cycle-
Of holding on to this rope which only but breaks
And so with the count of time,
I'm losing myself,
loved ones,
holding them in now- these rhymes
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Way of my soul || Poetry
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