I can't let you hurt me.
I refuse to.
I didn't take the plunge.
Even when I thought I would.
Even when I knew I could.
Even when I thought I should.
Because my dear,
You wouldn't.
Because my dear,
You don't care.
Because my dear,
You just won't.
I miss you, dearly.
This I know.
I miss you, every time.
This I know.
But do you miss me?
Dearly?
But do you miss me?
Every time?
I doubt.
I doubt like I doubt that I'll see the stars
When it is raining.
I doubt.
I doubt like I doubt that the sun will shine
When it's night.
And maybe that hurts me more,
Doubting.
And maybe I can handle it more,
Falling.
I wish I didn't have to doubt.
I wish I just fall.
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