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Protecting Myself, Hurting You

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actualtwilight

Published: Mar 9, 2007

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You come close
But I'll run away
You make me so happy
But I'll never say
Exactly how much
Because I'm still afraid
Of being hurt
By letting you in
And not being able
To put myself back together
Behind my little wall
My crazy and hyper behavior
That I hide behind
You have no idea
Just what you mean to me
But give me time
And please move slowly
So I might let you see
Past all my fears and pretences
To the inside of me

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dedicated to

i hope you like this, Rose!!! it's from your POV and i just thought this fits you, because you, like me are afraid of being hurt, and we both use the way we are to hide our feelings sometimes....so, yeah.