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Fuck Me I'm going to do something very stupid right now. I'm going to write a note to a girl... a girl that reads this journal... You know who you are. I want to talk to you... Open up to you. Hug you and kiss you... but I can't. I'm afraid to. I'm afraid to do those things. Not afraid for myself, mind you... where my feelings are concerned, I'm fearless. No, I am afraid for you. Afraid that I'll scare you, intimidate you... Or not.. That probably scares me even more. What if I'm wrong? What if you simply don't care about me at all? I might start worrying about my feelings then. Everything you say indicates that you enjoy being with me, but....... I want to spend more time with you. More quality time with you. Let you see how it is to see how wonderful it is to be with someone that cares about you. Not how you look, or how you act, but you who you are. What you think, and how you feel. Someone that can admire you for you beauty. Someone that can look at you, and see right through you. Your inner self.. your entity. Your inner light... *Heavy sigh* I'll stop now. Later Old Stuff  |
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