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Dec 2014
You have no idea what is running through my head.
These words, I cannot let slip out of my mouth.
If I did, then my ears would be convinced and believe in the possibilities,
The what-if’s.

Everyone says, “You can’t think about what-if’s,”
When in reality, what-if’s pop up in every one of our brains…
whether we see that or not.

I sit in this bathtub, almost in the dark.
The candles light my heart along with the room.
I take deep breaths and try to think about nothing.
But then it happens…
What if…
If I have to tell him, my love, would he stay with me?
Don’t get stressed.
It’s just a what-if.
the calm before the storm
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the calm before the storm  Los Angeles
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