Chances
They always wigh me luck with love.
The first time I truly loved, I broke apart,
Afrait to ever since.
But you've changed that.
I can't tell you.
I don't want to take chances.
I don't want a broken heart.
But they say without risk,
There is no happiness.
Should I tell you?
If I will,
What happens then?
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