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May 2014
Is this what it feels like?

How it feels to move on?

I feel like I'm flying,

like this cannot be wrong.


If I fall in love,

Will it feel like betrayal?

My heart sings its song,

And it no longer feels frail.


And I've learned to give up,

On hating the world,

But I still hesitate,

To give it a whirl.


Instead I sit here,

Blushing bright red,

Letting sweet words,

Rush to my head.
Victoria Johnson
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Victoria Johnson
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