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Nov 2011
I am the man who believes that the word "fear" is an ugly word
I am the man who is so full of it that I drip confidence.
Everything I do comes from a place of confidence.
I am willing to be insulted for what I do
I'm willing to be injured as well,
I'm willing to try and fail ,
but my one thought
of even talking
to you
well,
I..
I simply
find it so scary
to open my mouth
and to open my heart
that I cannot even begin to
and when I look at you from away,
I see such lascivious bliss inside of you
and I want to talk to you but, my knees buckle
my arms begin to go weak and I can't think straight.
You have no clue how badly and sadly I look upon you.
Broderick
Written by
Broderick  Pittsburgh
(Pittsburgh)   
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   --- and JA Doetsch
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