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All that matters is that we are all held

I have learned to love you from afar. I have learned to love you as you clutch another's arm. It's easy because I never wanted you for myself, I only wanted to hold you so you felt held. Twas once me, now it shall be somebody else. All that matters is that we are all held.

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