I never make the first move.
I am terrified to be the first to take a chance.
Why? What if it doesn't work?
And when I do finally work up the courage to take a chance,
To make the first move,
It always, and I mean always, blows up in my face.
Fuck guys.
Fuck love.
I'm done.
No more hope.
No more dreams.
It's over.
My walls are built,
My heart secured.
With my armor intact,
My heart won't be hurt.
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