I am afraid that I have lost track of myself.
I used to be someone led by her heart; a romantic thru and thru. But skepticism seems to have crept up into my veins.
I am fearful of letting myself loose, knowing how far I can go, how much I can bend, how long I can wait, how patient I can be.
I have fallen in love again, and I hate myself for it.
Where have the days gone where I let love cover my eyes and lead me by my hand? So wary of falling down...
As if I loved everything in this world, except for love itself.
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