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Holding on.

I'm falling apart
I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart 
That's still beating.

In the pain
There is healing

In your name
I find meaning.

The broken locks were a warning
You got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded
I'm an open book instead.

And I still see your reflection
Inside of my eyes
That are looking for purpose
They're still looking for life

So I'm holding on
I'm still holding
I'm still holding
I'm barely holding on to you.


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Hi, I'm Emily! I'm a 28-year-old writer, whole foodie, and wannabe world traveler currently residing in Dallas, TX. Welcome to my little corner of the internet, where I chronicle my everyday adventures, both at home and abroad. Stay awhile!