Choices are sometimes hard...


In here i find peace.

Solitude, you are my solace , my shelter in you i lay. I need you.

Am i afraid of being happy ? Is that why i don`t make a stand for our love ?

Because i say the words , i feel the emotion, and yet i don`t act on it...

I am sorry. Don`t go. Give me more time, everything is yet so frail, new.

I am afraid of being happy...

Please stay.


The End

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