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there were specific questions i wanted to ask, but was too afraid. have i made it clear that what i have to offer is your own disappoint. & i seem to go over these words more than a few times everyday. have i mentioned that my emotions are just as frail as my exterior. & that i dream of my warm body turned cold by excess of what was needed. so im injecting these questions into your veins & over imagining your cheap responses. are we branded by the mortifications of love? are our hearts, like skipping rocks into calamity?
what if i told you.
would you reach for me after all
would you fall down to your knees
would you walk away from it all