waiting for a way out of this mess.
And I find this hard to confess,
that every time we meet,
you still swipe me off my feet.
And I saw this coming,
couldn't be running away from this.
These feelings I have still
fill me top to bottom.
So it has been ten years,
since that time full of fears.
Where I trembled for your loss,
yet it was all my fault.
And I feel guilty.
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