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Your heart,
bound with locks and chains with no key to be found,
aching for something to feel,
but that reservoir has already been exhausted, n/u/m/b.
the hidden,
the secretive,
the emotions you cram down your throat with pride,
only to regurgitate when you cower in solace.
Why suffer this way when my arms are reached towards you
only to be brushed away by ego, by guilt, by insecurity?
Let. Me.
tired of waiting.