Those Words

The Fear of the words

You will not except it

Not feel it

You deny it

It will never be true

But, are you running from more than those few words?

Are you running from the very truth of it?

Because...

You know it is true

It hurts, it aches

Your heart burns as you except

those words

Are you better off?

Or are you worse then before?

The End

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