I fear hurting you if there's ever a need to defend myself. All due to how it's me on the flip side of not being felt. Fit luv is as selfish as his it makes self feel just that. Self, in a situation of attempting to luv another before the closing of the past. I'm not into the pain that's followed by the resentment soon to surface. To me the childishness is worthless. So, if it's friends we cannot be we shall not cuddle up. I'm scared of the aftermath that will occur with the cussing of luv. N I'm taking into consideration of your facial expressions that'll change trust. Draining it with an emptiness drowning the eyes. You're smile is with more than me protecting myself bcuz I havta. Bcuz if it ever gets to that point we were never anything more than luv'rs composed as a sad arietta. The ugliest side of us will destroy the feel of who were thought we were. N we both know nerves wouldn't settle until our own version is heard. N that's the dreaded final call. The day we stand face to face as away we fall. In opposing directions back into the crowd. Listening to whippers in the wind that sound so loud. Coerced I will stand for me. Even if it's your potency disturbing who it is I am to be. It's frightening to think I'd harm u in any way. So let's not interact n live for another day...
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