A Poem

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I don't know what to call it yet, if you have any ideas please let me know.

Why are we so afraid to tell someone we care?
But to tell them we hate them, is like breathing in fresh air?
We all fear they might think like we do, to the people we choose, not to like
Don't tell me we're friends, unless the feeling's mutual
How shall we know without asking?
How shall we ask, and open our hearts, if our hearts are laden with fear?
Fear can kill you a million times.
Until you decide it's worth to try.
But don't ask me, unless the feeling's mutual
But how shall we know if we do not ask?

If we are friends, let's remain so, I will hate you otherwise.
Unless the feeling's mutual, how shall we know if we don't try?
It's a voluntary action of giving away your soul, to the one that is worthy, more precious than gold.
But take a hint, before you ask
Sometimes you know before you ask,
Think with my brain, not with yours
What does the brain say to you?
How shall you know if you do not make the least effort to just ask?
How can I know?
But chances are dim.
So just watch.
Actions speak louder than words.

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