It’s a dark thing; the word love.
The four letter, one syllable, two constant, two vowel word. Its nothing special in text, is it? Without a voice, no passion just black lining, it has no meaning, yet with this ink I paint open a new door of my soul. The word will hold meaning, it will hold passion. The word is everything I hope to give you. But with a word, I will be trapped. I have no will; I am at your every whim. How can I escape if you hold my very soul?
This is the very reason I grow hatred for you.
Philophobia;
describes someone who fears falling in love, refusing to open up and allow anyone close enough to get close to them.
what do you think about this?
my sister wrote it.
shh...don't tell her i posted this cx
i thought is was very good.
do you think it could become a good story?
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