If in the past, I created a lovingness of myself...
the narcissist.
Perhaps, in time... I've awakened finally.
But, because instead of a heart I'll continue further onward looking past the narcissist.
So be it.
And, in this heart of mine, there aren't words to describe the feelings that live inside it?
What is love if it's only meant to be something without feelings, thoughts, a real inhibition.
I put my fear of inadequacy aside.
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