How strange...

Only now that I've been in your warmth,

I realize I'd been cold!
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Before you came into my life like a wrecking ball,

I've lived a comfortable life
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But why are my emotions not in my control anymore?

I hate this feeling of vulnerability

I hate how my heart won't stop leaping out of my chest...

I hate how my cheeks dust pink giving myself away...
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But why can I not stop?

Why do I feel nostalgic even though I've never felt this way before?

Had my heart been waiting for this to happen all this time?

Should I give myself a chance?..