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I'm sorry, but I'm not ready. I'm not ready to love you. To be with you. To offer more of me Than a hug or a kiss. I know it may sound strange, but I'm not ready for the potential, perpetual bliss. I'm not ready to take your hand, or get out on the floor and groove. Maybe I will someday, But until then, whether you stay or go, it's your move.
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Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 8:14 PM UTC
Your move
I'm sorry, but I'm not ready. I'm not ready to love you. To be with you. To offer more of me Than a hug or a kiss. I know it may sound strange, but I'm not ready for the potential, perpetual bliss. I'm not ready to take your hand, or get out on the floor and groove. Maybe I will someday, But until then, whether you stay or go, it's your move.
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Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 8:14 PM UTC
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