I'm in a cell of my own making. It holds me down, keeps me from showing I care, keeps me from love. I want to smell your hair, touch your skin, look deep within your eyes, but my own self doubts and insecurities force me to sit watching in silence and longing, never to know you, to love you. I am a prisoner.
Reason for writing:
Missed chances.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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