Every time I think of contacting you,
A chill runs down my spine.
Then I practice to control my desires,
Be independent and free.
Rising above the needs and wants,
Did my literature teacher not remind me?
That our doubts are traitors
Removing the fear,
Finding the courage to speak,
Finally I make the move,
You are so cold,
You won’t ever understand this feeling,
Back then I thought my warmth will melt all the cold,
Now my fear is have I been cold?
After the way you treated me
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