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Anxious-Avoidant pt.3


Maybe he had a really bad day and went straight to bed,

he didn't text me because he didn't want to burden me,

maybe he will wake up in the middle of the night,

and he will be scared that I'll think he doesn't care about me,

he will message me,

maybe I have nothing to worry about,

he loves me and I love him,

and what could possibly go wrong-

stupid misunderstandings and childhood fears could never keep us apart.

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Cupandhalf
<p>Hello, it&#39;s you ... as great as ever and mentioning one of your words that give you away for the many times you say it: &quot;stupid&quot;</p><p>&nbsp;It comes out uncontrollably .... there is a lot of stupid yeah ...</p><p>you and I are not stupid nooo.</p>

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