I’m restless
but still so kind.
I’ve become impatient,
like I’m running against time.
I’m running to nowhere,
when really all I want,
is to run to you.
But their are parts from you that are hidden,
that I can’t seem to find.
I just need to know,
if I take out my hand,
will you hold on.



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