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Sep 2019
I have a fear I hold so dear. It beats and pounds at my chest. The way I love you so, feels like ages ago. I want to grow apart, me and my heart. For in my wisdom I have felt pain. For in my stress I have gained. The knowledge of my weakness and my strength. I have sipped from miseries cup and drank. At last hope upon command I must obey. Seeing your lips part and hearing you say, I love you.
steve
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steve  35/M
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