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The surest of loves

These are the kind of thoughts that I feel like I need to swallow

because they're on a level of pathetic that I can't even admit to myself.

It's that level of pathetic that really makes a person naked.

 

The deep dark corners of a person.

It's the trigger of the first tear.

And it all boils down to you.

 

Your simple acknowledgment of self scares me.

Your self-awareness kills me because

it brings you closer to realizing

that you can do better than me.

 

*And then what do I do

with this epic love I feel for you?*

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tatiana-arredondo
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Aug 3, 2013
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