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I don't know what's going to happen.

I told you my insecurities,

My deepest and darkest secrets,

And how I wish for death.


I don't know if that was a bad idea or not,

And honestly, I can't tell.

You'll be my new favorite person,

Are you okay with that?

Are you ready for that?


I don't know if I'm going to self-sabotage again.

I don't know if I'm going to hurt my favorite person again.

I don't know if I'll open up just for you to break me again.

So should I?

Because if I do, I might just be hurting you.

I might just be hurting myself too.

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