All I want is love. To feel accepted and giddy and be silly and cute and ugh I want it all with you. I want you to tickle scratch my arms and tell me that I’m pretty. Tell me that you love my singing and give me love bites and back rubs. And I swear to you that I’ll do my best to make you happy. I swear. But I can’t make the first move because the thought of you not loving me back is scary and I refuse to let myself take that chance. 

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She's confused, she doesn't want. She is not ready for the nightmares and pain that love causes it's crazy i want to tell everyone, that love is truth that has to be lied to. to who? to yourself and to the heart that rots slowly in your center chest piece.