Little Notes #1

I am a weakling; the bravest kind of one.

I am swayed by your concerns, but I am willing to disappoint.

And your tears, I let it crushes my mind.

I am scared of being alone, but I am leaving you behind.

I am sure I will regret this, but I am blind,

For all I ever know is I have to try.

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