And I'm scared. And I can't do any shit about it. You shouldn't have loved me back, you should've just go on with your day only knowing that I love you; so I don't have to be scared of losing your love that I crave so bad.

I'm scared, constantly scared. Paranoia is eating me alive, inside out. Everything's so fucking wrong, I repent every single day while constantly making sins by just breathe in every "I love you" in the air for you.

I'm scared.

1 August 2021. In a small space.

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