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Jun 2019
terrified
that was the word you used
terrified to jump in too quickly
terrified of being consumed
and i wonder
if anxiety clutches at your chest when you think of me
because you care
or if your feelings for me run by
blurry
like the blackened trees at night on our long drives
what do you want from me
Written by
libra  24/Cisgender Female/east coast
(24/Cisgender Female/east coast)   
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     Penmann and Ash
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