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And i hope there is a hand waiting on the other si

And i hope there is a hand waiting
on the other side to hold mine.

//Caption The sun is punching its way through my eyelids, 
piercing my vision with hues of red as I prise my eyes open and flinch against the light. 
It looks so warm outside, but my freezing hands and toes tell me it's a lie, 
and I've grown to not trust what I see,
my reflection forcing a smile that rarely reaches my eyes is all the proof I need.

Monotony courses through my veins, 
the ritual of waking up, drinking coffee, taking food,
And i hope there is a hand waiting
on the other side to hold mine.

//Caption The sun is punching its way through my eyelids, 
piercing my vision with hues of red as I prise my eyes open and flinch against the light. 
It looks so warm outside, but my freezing hands and toes tell me it's a lie, 
and I've grown to not trust what I see,
my reflection forcing a smile that rarely reaches my eyes is all the proof I need.

Monotony courses through my veins, 
the ritual of waking up, drinking coffee, taking food,
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Sahana~

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