I often think of myself as some sort of half-empty container of love. I know I have the potential... I can feel the love stirring inside... but I don't know what to do with it. I've seemingly opted to save it all up -- but never for myself -- for some romanticized rainy day I suppose.
But what I'm finding really hard to deal with... is the fear that my time will likely end before I am able to share that love with the world.
What a waste that would be.
... What a waste that is.
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