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Jul 2014
I know nothing of love
I never have
I never had the chance
I was too busy worrying
Waiting
I was too scared
So I never let myself live
I never opened up
So I either pushed them away
Or let them fade
I'm terrified of being vulnerable
One day
I hope to change
But until then
I'm sorry for not letting you in
B M
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