In love with love

Fear. I Fear the falling in love.
I fear love.

I am comfortable with the pain

I’ve been used to it,

Like turning a page in your favourite book.

I want love! To fill this void that is last to exist.

But what I fear, I love and what I love, I fear.

Where does that leave me?

Empty.

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