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I have a vivid moment of fear
For each sentence that has made
My heart stop and whenever
I felt that my words gave you neither
Comfort nor hope in yourself, but
Made you ask yourself why I was
Inclined to lie to you or
Why I even cared that
Your heart was hurting,
Hiding from sight, yet begging for
Someone to believe that you are
Much, much more than you let
Yourself see, so that you would never
Have to face daylight upon everything
You had become.