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I held your hand for a long time
And you feel so warm as always
But it didn’t last long
As the years went by
We grew distant
Without us knowing
I hated it so much
And I hated you for leaving
But as much as I hated you
I loved you a million times more
And the distance means nothing to me
If I could find a way to see you again
Even if it takes me 10 or 20 years
I will come find you again.
I promise.
And I never break my promises.
Not like you did.
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Isabella Renteria
"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." - Plutarch
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