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Oct 2019
I'm always holding my breath
Waiting for the other shoe to drop
Waiting for the water to swallow me whole
Waiting for everything
To blow up in my face
This will all blow up in my face

And then it doesn't

I can't let go
I can't allow myself to feel secure
To be happy
To let him cradle my heart
In his hands
I'm afraid he will crush it
Or drop it into the ocean
To fill up with water like a sponge
And drown
Anthea
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Anthea  25/F/New York
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