Follow MeA Poem by Mircat“Take my hand, let broken promises lead the way.” Each lie cleverly disguised as a finger. How could a lie possibly hold me so lovingly? It did. Your eyes, they were so comforting. They sparkled with hope and with love. Or was that not a sparkle? Was it a spark? An idea grew, and you already knew. “Take my hand, follow me into despair.”
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