I don’t pretend to be the superwoman many struggle to be. I don’t know what ‘super’ is. And so I won’t say I am okay when my face is burried six pillows deep, and my tears is enough to fill a waterbed. I feel. And I am not running away from feeling it the way I always did.
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I doubt.
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As much as I want to trust, I doubt. The way I dislike this feeling of falling, I doubt. Just as much as I want to fall for you, I doubt. And as much as I let myself believe you, I doubt.
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I have been hurt and I doubt I will ever love the way I loved… again.
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Trust me.
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But then again, teach me to trust.
I’ll learn.
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