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#yourmove
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
The crippling feeling of an emotional blizzard Hitting all at once Anger at him for neglection Somber that I wasn't worth his attention Frustrated that I wasted longing and desire on him Timid that he ccould blatantly disregard me so easily Defeated that I anticipated for something to happen
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Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 11:14 AM UTC
Blizzard