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Held Back

The fear of being alive, (and truly alive) within the confines (that's freedom) of a careful heart; the hesitance to draw a breath for hope (this love), the only chance for a life beyond the doubtful (the mournful, sad; my fate)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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