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Emeritusposh
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Frail

Her love for me wasn't BOLD, she italicized it with curves of frailty and jokes and underlined it with hate and guilt of her exes.

She wore fear as a skin of many colours and spoke smile for words on her lips like finest oceans. She hadn't forgiven herself for her previous confessions, and thought mine to be a sin.

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