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Jan 2019
I can't bring myself to talk to you.
I don't know if its from fear of pushing you away, or fear of differences.

When I ask you what you want, I ask with uncertainty, and I'm certain I sound as weak as I feel.

My voice shakes because I don't quite know the proper way to spew my vulnerable side.

Laughing comes easy, but true emotions stay inside, against my will, but my will is shy lately.

I want you to know my thoughts, I just don't know if you want to, and asking feels unnatural. So instead I lay here writing as usual, while you sleep.
kyla goodson
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kyla goodson  28/F/Oregon
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