I often daydream

Of laying my head

On your chest

And feeling the weight of the world


But I know

That when I get there

You will come across as


I will be

Withholding and

Full of fear

I cannot let go of

Something that

Grips me.

I cannot stop

Feeling inadequate,

Wishing I was someone else

Wishing I could


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