false start//april 15

I’m terrified of what you are, Not for what you are, but for what you could be. I’m sitting here looking at you,  but you have no idea I’m doing it. I swear to God you feel it too, but you’ll never show it. 365 days ago I walked  Alone at night, not a care in sight. I was as happy as could be. But tonight I’m all alone and it’s different  As this strange…

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