Blessed Quinquagesima. The last Sunday before Lent. Ash Wednesday on Valentine's Day, wot!
I don't know if I'm really ready to face the changes of responsibility to another person. I'm lonely, but I'm afraid of closeness, too.
I'm afraid, but I'm not going to hide, I've decided. I'm not ready to die the slow death of the close-fisted.
I don't know if I'm really ready to face the changes of responsibility to another person. I'm lonely, but I'm afraid of closeness, too.
I'm afraid, but I'm not going to hide, I've decided. I'm not ready to die the slow death of the close-fisted.
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