At the times when I feel that things may be coming together the best, I suddenly take a dive for the worst. This is my least treasured attribute. The rush of despair as hopes sink like a brick upon the waves, despite bright circumstances. The risks of opening ones’ heart are vast and I don’t like where they take me. It seems that whenever I am near to the point of letting someone in, I want to draw up again, feel nothing, keep going. With vast emotion I shall face the storm, tender to one, unsure of the consequences. You now have me where it hurts the worst and I love the best - be gentle I beg you; despite my flirty facade and frivolous attitude I can only bare a little before tears.

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