Is It a Risk to Love?
Many possibilities
of what it could've become.
Will it last?
Will it be violent?
Will it destroy?
Will I truly feel loved?
Will it hurt?
Are we or not meant to be?
Mind full of questions,
no answers to any,
no light to see,
no guide to destroy them,
living in my head,
feeding on my happiness.
Emotions gone numb,
nothing to feel,
nothing to hold on,
no ledge—just an empty hole.
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Klept👹
that's our marcus