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If I will write, what I really ought to write

About myself and this 'thing'...

Then it wouldn't be right.

Because I know that this 'thing' that I feel

Will never fill

Your emptiness inside.

I told myself, I will hold back nothing

But this fear inside is building-up,

It's gut-knotting...

And I've got nothing

But a hill of deams and 'what ifs'

That will never heal this dillusion.

And might end up in our dissolution.

So I will keep it quiet

As you've never asked "Why?" yet.

It's so hard

Sometimes...no - many times...

I want to lay donw my last card

So you'll finally know

But time and everything says "NO!"

I wish you have an all-seeing eye,

So you could understand me, behind the "I".

And that this heart is so full, but also a fool,

Holding back something that is awesome

Colors of different hue -

I'd love to share with you.

BUT...

If I will say, what I really ought to say,

About this 'thing' ---- crazy thing.

It might change your mind and find a way to stay

Or it might just forever chase you away.

So if I will write, what I really ought to write

About myself and this beautiful 'thing'...

Then it wouldn't be right, right?

Damn.