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I see the hurt when I look into your eyes

How you struggle to hold it and keep in bundled inside

It drives a dull blade deep in my heart; it makes me want to cry

So I offer you a hand to help wash away the rainy skies

I’m running out of words, but I haven’t yet made my message clear

So if none of this makes sense, I just want you to know I’m here

(Source: b0rrachita, via godlovessean)