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We can all cry about our little heart aches.
And she told me that nightingales were symbols for unrequited love.

“Is that true?” I asked.
At least I am not a nightingale.
But then I remembered all the things I am.
And suddenly, my watercolor smile
was washed with all the liquids that sat in my pantry.

Confrontation actually KILLS me.
It isn’t about being afraid,
it’s about being HORRIFIED.
One wrong word and how many days without you?
My opinion or my thoughts or my needs don’t outweigh wanting to be accepted.

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