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Marhia Cruz May 2016
I...
don't love you.
I...
don't know you.
Another man in my life that I don't want to hurt. I like him. He's sweet and gentle (to me) and honest and fun. He's literally fought for me (which I really didn't like and don't condone) to protect my pride. He sees me. How I'm not easy to read, but crack under a gentle hand. He's nice and all... but I don't know. I don't know him all too well. I don't know him at all. Am I really that easy? I hope not. ******, is this love again? Falling in love with a stranger... hahaha... wierd.

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