Whether or not I speak up My feelings won't disappear They'll still dwell Lurking somewhere In my heart In the shadows In the corners With company Of course. Chances are If I speak up I'll shoot myself In the foot, And I know How you hate blood. If I hold my tongue And bite off the tip I'll still have you Maybe not in the way I insist on But I'll have you- If I can't be in it Atleast I'll have it.Birth sign: Gemini
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