yes, there is a problem.. A problem that i'm not able to fight back, a problem that has no big deal for anyone else, but means everything for me. Cause i'm weak, i'm weak to express myself, i'm weak to face you, i'm weak to talk to you about how i feel. I'm weak to accept that all i have to do is follow my mind, but my heart says it diff. I'm weak, that i have a million feelings, a thousand thoughts, a hundred ways to show you how i feel and care about you, and those thousand of untold words of vain... but I still cant do a thing, cause you may say no or we might end up not even talking at all. Theres a lot of pain, and all that smothers me is lonliness.. I'm weak to admit i may not be able to take a no or if all together i might end up hurting you. I'm weak to send you all those texts that i wrote you, but jus save them into drafts.
Its sorrow thats sweet to me as a rare wine.
Its sorrow thats sweet to me as a rare wine.
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