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I dare not put his name to print for fear that the magic would dissolve with each pen or keystroke.
I am in a budding romance and don't want anything to ruin it.
Scared of what life has planned
Thinking back to the past
Already been dealt a hard hand
Thought it was good at last

A lump in my throat
Scared to jinx the scheduled test
Too soon that I spoke
Holding hope too close to my breast
Another poem for my confessions challenge...  Just another things adding stress and depression to my life.

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