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Aug 2016
You were afraid
Of falling.

Falling for people
That gave you no ground
for landing;
Unreachable heights that
Hands can't grasp,
All that is left is an
Emotional mess -

Because love is a dangerous flight.
And settling for risks,
Isn't your choice of fun.
Chloe M Teng
Written by
Chloe M Teng  Melbourne, Australia
(Melbourne, Australia)   
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