philophobia
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Love is the epitome of unconscious doubt.
Seeing me bare in my inadequacies unfolds me in the trepidation.
Whilst still containing my devoted love for you my anxieties torment my body.
The only love I know is fear.
If you were to fall in love with me
I would pity you. You see it's not because I
hate you, not because i think i am better
If you asked me to be yours I would tremble,
