Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Thursday, September 20, 2012

9.20

I have never been afraid of you, but I am afraid of your tears, your heartache, your heartbreak, your doubt, and your sadness. I am afraid not of you but of hurting you.

Do I walk on eggshells, dainty like a thief?
Hell no.

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