Category : Poems

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How many things I have already lost 

For fear of not losing. 

 Friends, relationships, even money.
 Unreleased moments hidden in sad memories. 

 I was a naive young, 

I thought I would never know disappointment.
  I wanted to be lonely, 

I was always running out of love.  

I knew that would hurt me

 And I would be unhappy for so long. 
 Somehow, I was scared to live, 

I knew I would give to others 

The most important parts of myself,

 And I will start bleeding.  
 How many things I did not live for fear of trying. 

 To say what I think, what I feel, 

To be as I always needed.  
I learned later,

 What is mine cannot be erase.

How many things I have already lost 

For fear of not losing.

Me, myself and others.