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Sep 2012
As his hand
Takes mine
I believe his words
When he whispers
"I love you"
I believe
He means it
For our love
Has always existed
But from time to time
It's been buried
For our fear was
Our master
We're breaking free
Breaking rules
And finally
Being
This feeling
Is perfect
And despite both
Of our insecurities
When we see each other
We think only the best
We dream of a future
We hope for
The fear to stay away
And for the love
To just stay
Just this one last time.
Victoria Jennings
Written by
Victoria Jennings  26/F/Rhode Island
(26/F/Rhode Island)   
498
   Sydney Victoria
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