Desire

I worry to much, but I only worry about one thing. I want to talk to you, but I’m worried I’ll say the wrong thing. So I stay silent. I want to tell you why I am scared of the dark, I want to tell you why I wear long sleeves all the time, I want to tell you why I always question you. I’m sorry I worry so much. I just haven’t had good luck with relationships, and I really want this one to work. I actually feel like I can smile now. Thank you.

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