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I dare not confess my need for you,perhaps because uttering those wordswould feel like suffocation,as if the wind ruptured my lungs, leaving me gasping for airin a world where you presence is my lifeline

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I dare not confess my need for you,
perhaps because uttering those words
would feel like suffocation,
as if the wind ruptured my lungs,
leaving me gasping for air
in a world where you presence is my lifeline.

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