I liked you when you held me.
And then it started to seem like you liked me too,
because you liked to hold me how I liked to be held.
And then I got scared.
I don't want you to hold me anymore.
Because you might like me.
And that's a scary thought.
And then it started to seem like you liked me too,
because you liked to hold me how I liked to be held.
And then I got scared.
I don't want you to hold me anymore.
Because you might like me.
And that's a scary thought.
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