Sometimes it hurts so bad because I'm so scared.
I want to comfort you but I fear you will be angry with me I can't decide if this is the real you or the past taunting me and trying to ruin my happiness or if it's a warning written in bold that I'm not paying any heed too.
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Contemplation
PoetryPoems to feed your soul Some old and new Be wary that the content is raw and open
