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I fantasize about being with you,
I become rigid with shame,
Thinking about the chances I had.
I cry myself to sleep,
Because I kept my love a secret,
Because I behaved as though I did not care.

Poetry by Advice
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Written on 2018-10-06 at 17:31

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France England
Please, by the request of fate be able to let me know. There's no shame running through the veins of love. Oh dear heart my soul still waits while crying rains only to water the plants left foolishly behind. Love kept secret denies Juliet the kiss sent by several men with the name Romeo. Why do you fear pretending? Wonderful write!