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Inevitable

Warnings given by those who care for my well being and peace of mind. I took words of love as simply jealousy that I had found someone who in my eyes gave that spark to reignite the fire of creativity. Here I sit thinking even still how you mean a great deal to me with me my heart exposed. Silly of me to allow my mind to wonder drawing off words spoken in a moment not meant to be thought of longer then past one sunset. As if a wound exposed to the dry air my heart will harden just that much more feeling less then before. I don’t enjoy becoming the fool this role I feel I should have already mastered. Now comes the time when the wells within start to fill to the brim as I struggle to contain the rush of emotions that pour forth I ponder why it is I bother to share the most delicate part of me with anyone

◄ Stormy night

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