i am broken
i dont love
i cant love
i dont dream of stolen kisses
i cant dream of anothers lips on mine
i dont think of anothers hand in mine
i cant picture another by my side, in their arms
i dont find joy or pleasure in what others might
i cant feel the same way
i dont know why others obsess over these things
i cant find myself changing ever really
i dont see how someone could love another that way
i cant form these attachment bonds
i am broken
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philophobia
Teen Fictiona girl who fears falling in love, she doesn't want to, she spends her time at college working on her dance major. She is one who loves to dance and has a story to tell through the music. but what happens when her moves dont align with the music? whe...
