Written Thoughts

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I’m sick of it; I’m sick of taking chances with my heart. I’m scared to see what I could have with you. As tears run down my cheeks, I remember what it felt like to get hurt before, and I’m so terrified that it might happen again. I know it’s no way to live if you’re living in fear, but I just don’t know how many more risks I’m willing to take.

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