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ons. While all my indecisions only remembered that they were old.</i></p><p id="51ce"><i>Sometimes the truth needs a second chance, to remove the disappointments. I am half alive and I have wasted half my life. The more I am with her the more I feel alive.</i></p><p id="430c"><i>I know I should hesitate, but I have waited too long for baby steps. Cautious is out the window for what I wish for. I will be as dumb as my future love poem.</i></p><p id="3852"><i>I know my lack of fear in miles from here. I am afraid of what it means to lose control of my emotions. I am afraid of how much she could mean to me.</i></p><p id="4888"><i>I want to tell her I struggle to abandon this undeserving feeling, and I am afraid of losing my fear that she comforts with her hands. As she uncages my pieces of confidence with her mystifying ways.

I try to hold back but I know I got to have it. I want to fill my eyes with everything I have never seen. I want her to be the one to show me all the, believe it or not, parts.</i></p><p id="7c3a"><i>When I gaze at her beauty, I admire her purity. All the qualities few take the time to see. She is so much more than she imagines.

I do not think I have far to go to lose control. I do not know how the st

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Our second chance arrives a little faster — A love story/poem

Many years ago, I lost the enjoyment that I could throw at my excuses. Deep down I became glued to the dream of a final breath. When my commitment to excuses fell. I had to let go of the dream that never came true, and it never let me forget, I am left with broken pieces of confidence.

My mind has become too weary for simple change. For far too long I felt like a rumour people had given up talking about. The more I become incomplete the more eager I am to let my trust off the leash.

So, my logic whispers to me, “It is okay to eliminate the other me” Reasons and secrets can unlock the door so I can be free.

Long ago, one last time was all I knew. I was dominated by a life of no distractions. While all my indecisions only remembered that they were old.

Sometimes the truth needs a second chance, to remove the disappointments. I am half alive and I have wasted half my life. The more I am with her the more I feel alive.

I know I should hesitate, but I have waited too long for baby steps. Cautious is out the window for what I wish for. I will be as dumb as my future love poem.

I know my lack of fear in miles from here. I am afraid of what it means to lose control of my emotions. I am afraid of how much she could mean to me.

I want to tell her I struggle to abandon this undeserving feeling, and I am afraid of losing my fear that she comforts with her hands. As she uncages my pieces of confidence with her mystifying ways. I try to hold back but I know I got to have it. I want to fill my eyes with everything I have never seen. I want her to be the one to show me all the, believe it or not, parts.

When I gaze at her beauty, I admire her purity. All the qualities few take the time to see. She is so much more than she imagines. I do not think I have far to go to lose control. I do not know how the story will end, but I know mercy with not be there.

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