Being afraid to love
Took up a lot of the time
I've lived I see that now
The fear meant love
Had already damaged me
That at one time or times
In the distant past
I had learned the need
To protect myself from it
Enough was enough
Though it made no sense
But somehow despite time
I've kept that memory alive
Of having once loved without fear
So I know I know how to do it
And have run out of excuses
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