Sunday afternoon.

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It scares me sometimes

How your so pure and insecure

And here I am 

Scratched up bruised from head to toe

Physically we are the same

Yet my heart lacks the remains

You've opened so many doors infront of me without hesitation

Though mine continue to stay locked please stay

If you change your mind that's fine as well

Feel free to even stray 

Till then I'll patiently wait.

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 17, 2013 ⏰

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