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Poetry

Two years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.

Won

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by Dynamo1203

by Dynamo1203

I was happy

Because I was finally able to talk to you

Without running away

Without shaking

Without anything on my mind except

"God this feels good"

"Then why haven't you tried before?"

Because I was scared

But I made the attempts

Albeit stupid and random, but they were there

And every attempt led me closer and closer

To today

And I fucking won

And I went home happy