I thought by preventing myself from loving you, it would hurt less when you left. But now you're gone, and i never imagined that the regret of not allowing myself to love you would hurt even more.
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The Lace Age | ongoing.
Poetry"My head is full of thorns too harmful to leave unattended. " A collection of poems, short stories and free speeches. Copyright Ariana Miriam.
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I thought by preventing myself from loving you, it would hurt less when you left. But now you're gone, and i never imagined that the regret of not allowing myself to love you would hurt even more.