Hold My Hand

When I've been ripped apart into pieces,
Gorged out from the within,
Then haphazardly sewn back together,
I hope you can one day hold my hand,
And explain to me all that I already know
And tell me that love and hate
Are not just pathetic excuses
For all of Mankind's weaknesses.
Tell me too that things don't really matter
For they are easily destroyed.

Written: 14.07.03

A/N: That's all there is to this piece. It's the most 'romantic' thing I've ever written. Sad, isn't help me with the title please? Thanks.

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