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Why am I so afraid of being vulnerable? Of leaving my heart to bare Because of the pain I may endure? The love I may not get? The ridicule? The confusion? The awkwardness? The awkwardness... The ******* awkwardness. Or perhaps, it is maybe something else? Maybe Maybe the fear that this moment This perfect moment I hold here Might be lost if I say Hey I like you. But then again. Maybe not.
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Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC
Maybe Not
Why am I so afraid of being vulnerable? Of leaving my heart to bare Because of the pain I may endure? The love I may not get? The ridicule? The confusion? The awkwardness? The awkwardness... The ******* awkwardness. Or perhaps, it is maybe something else? Maybe Maybe the fear that this moment This perfect moment I hold here Might be lost if I say Hey I like you. But then again. Maybe not.
“I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone’s heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.” –Raymond Carver
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Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC
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