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Aug 2013
I’m scared of being happy.
Not because I’m attracted to the darkness,
But because I’ve grown familiarized to it.
No one really showed love towards me
Until I was unable to do it myself.
I’m scared because
If I begin to love myself,
Will others continue to love me?
Written by
Jason Rose  Canada
(Canada)   
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