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I couldn’t bear to say I love you because that’s not how I felt, I couldn’t look at my emotional scars through my pupils and lie to myself,
When the sorrow wasn’t enough, My doubts had my confidence for dinner every night, Tearing through it, as if it was the last supper,
I am an insecure flower, scared to bloom, I bathe in my tears under the moon,
Banished to my chamber of instability, I forced myself to search for a ray of light,
I had to dig to get to the girl I wanted to know, Hopefully this time my seed will grow.
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