It's the IF that worries me.
Not the what,
the how,
the why...
I know the who...
But the if.
If I fuck it up,
If I miss the chance, the moment, that feeling.
What if?
What if we fuck it up?
What if I fuck it up?
What's worse than if?
What if?
What if it's gone?
What if we're gone?
What if all we ever had has gone in that moment?
What if?
What the fuck...
- Authors: Sussus
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- Finished: September 17th, 2017 19:30
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Comments1
don't feel bad I bout did the same thing lol
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