Written by Jacob Ibrag
When we’re young, pain seems
elusive. It all feels too easy, and
breaking into a million pieces isn’t
a possibility. Then you meet that
one soul that awakens your own.
You involuntarily forget how to
breathe, unless they’re within
yours eyes reach. And you feel
weak, slave to loves chains. ‘I’m
not ready for this,’ you whisper.
My dear, no one ever really is.


Beautiful.
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short, yet filled will so much.
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🙂
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Expressed so well👌
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Thanks 🙂
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This is beautiful and amazing I love it.
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Thank you very much 🙂
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“My dear no one really is.” Heartbreakingly beautiful!
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Love this
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Thanks Sarah 🙂
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very thoughtful and heartbreaking beautiful! ❤
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Glad you liked it 🙂
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V well written. Its like – not ready yet, never will be
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