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May 2020
I'm scared,
but I am giving this a chance.
I'm worried,
but you said not to be this time.
I'm weary,
but you said trust my soul.
And I said it was hard because of my past,
and you said it was hard because of your past too.
I'm overthinking,
but you say to not think so far ahead into something that doesn't exist.
There's a riot in my head,
a riot.
You cool my head down with uplifting words,
I still hear all the negative rioting.
It's not you,
It's me.
The what ifs...
The maybes....
The I don't knows...
Hug me so we can stop this constant,
loud,
love routine,
riot...
Latiaaa
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Latiaaa  23/F/Chicago
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