Everytime I look in to your eyes, I felt your happiness.
I want to feel what you feel.Again.
It's not jealousy.Nor envy.It's missing.
I miss those feeling.I miss having those butterfly.I miss all of it.
But when I remember the hurt it could cost, I start to re-think
The more I want it, the more I fear it.
The more I fear anybody could hurt me again.Worse or not, it still a hurt
I could easily fall.But never that easy when it comes to get up.
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