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By Zoey
I Don’t
I don’t run,
of fear to fall.
I don’t write,
of fear to disappoint.
Sometimes,
I do things.
Sometimes,
I manage.
But mostly,
I cave.
Because I’m just so afraid.
As time moves on,
and I grow still,
the voice in my heart,
the song in my soul,
they cry from the pain…
of missing it all.
Reproduced with permission, originally posted here: wattpad.com
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