Surviving Few,

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I never had the courage to fully wrap my arms around them,
I was afraid I'd hurt them,
I was afraid I was getting too close,
Too comfortable, too niave,
Because why would they let me?
So I settled on simply staring,
Into their eyes,
Their shape, their breathing, everything,
But when morning came,
And I had to wake,
I realized I should have held on,
With everything I possibly had...

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