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Oct 2018
I can’t tell you
I am broken,
or I will be needy.
I can’t tell you
what I feel,
or I will be judged.
I can’t tell you
what I think,
or I will be vulnerable.
I can’t tell you
about my past,
or I will be pitied.
I can’t tell you
how perfect you are,
or I could be rejected.
I can’t tell you
I love your soul,
or you could hear me,
because you terrify me.
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Spitz  19
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