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Oct 2018
I lost all my senses when I met you.
My directions were crooked,
My mind went blank,
I became dependent.

Your touch felt like home.
Will I ever be welcome when the time comes that I'll knock on your door?

The truth is, I am afraid of the answer,
I might not be able to handle the truth.

So I'd rather stay in silence with all of my what ifs until dawn.
Written by
Fumi Himawari  26/F/Philippines
(26/F/Philippines)   
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