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Aug 2015
“Here, take my hand.” he said.
“I don't want it.” i said.
“Please, we can walk together.” he said with his charming smile.
“I'm sorry but I can't, are you not afraid?” i asked.
“I don't have something to be afraid of, so just take my hand.” he said once again.
“I'm sorry, I'm scared that I might lose it someday.” I tried to walk away.
“It's okay, I'm here.” he said.
“you don't know.” i ran.
Since i always lose something important that people have given to me I'm getting sacred of a lot of things. i find myself scared to accept everything from others. I'm scared that i might lose it someday & end up crying till my eyes out..
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   Glass and brxken
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