Before,
I swore that to “just Know”
Was entirely all
A
Lie.
Yet I sit here in my though,
And Know.
But even though I Know,
I’m afraid to say I Know,
Because if I tell them I Know,
I will Know,
That they
Don’t Know.
I could not tell you how I Know.
I could not tell you why I Know,
That I have doubts to face the fact,
That I Know.
To fear to Know,
Is a fear to love.
But you know you love,
You know, you
Know.
XX- T

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