Confession

 Yes I wish to tell you how I feel but can’t . The way you make me feel , the way I feel about you . It is me , maybe . The perception of self for me . The way it’s great or just a state of mind , or I don’t want to find out that I tell you and you were turn into an illusion . Just disappearing into the dark memories of my delusions . Would it hurt more then ?  Or if I never admit it . Your unsurety fuels my insecurities 

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