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Jul 2019
I bare my soul too easily

I let people in quickly

I hold them for too long

I cast them away gently regardless of the cost

Maybe watching things fade is my fatal flaw
Maybe it’s a blessing

I am cursed to feel for every stranger
Fall in love fast
Like losing your breath

Maybe it’s a blessing

Maybe it’s a curse
Written by
Bea  Today
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