time to sneak away and go home.
and before I go...
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and a thought...
when You reach out
and can't find a place to hold on
bring Your hand back
and slip it in Your pocket
it's warm in there...
because You're alive
You're heart is beating
and You know what love is.
You must never... ever...
let their failure to grab Your hand
make You think You've forgotten how
to be the person You were supposed to be.
You are who You are ... completely
and nobody else will ever be any good at being You.
You are wonderful... beautiful... and warm.
but best of all... You are You.
(I'm sorry if that's too hallmark... it's something I wanted to tell someone...)