Softness

I will be just standing here crying if my loving one gets broken. So I don’t love anything. I’m afraid to see you getting broken because of me.

I’m afraid to be loved. I can’t love. I’m used to loneliness. Someone said don’t say that I’m used to loneliness because it’s too sad. But she is not here for me.

I want to be able to love. I want to be loved. I hope I could give my everything for love. Just only for you. Tell me you love me. Tell me assuredly.

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