Saturday, 21 July 2012

A tight grip.

Maybe. 


Maybe I'm holding on too tight. 


Maybe I'm hurting both me and him.

My shoulder screams in agony. I can feel his sweaty palm slowly sliding away from my grip. I try to hold on, try to squeeze and pull with all my strength. But it's hopeless. I see it in his eyes. He has lost the will to struggle. He is contend to let go. My lips are trembling, and I feel like screaming. But I can't find my voice.

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Maybe we're trying, trying too hard. Maybe we're torn apart. - Click Five.