A heart that yearns, a soul entwined,
A bond unbroken, a steadfast mind.
I cling to friendship, a precious art,
But fear’s cold fingers tear us apart.

I offer solace, a listening ear,
A shoulder to lean on, dispelling fear.
Yet, in my grip, a tightening hold,
A suffocating love, a story untold.

I push and pull, a constant strife,
Afraid to lose, yet fearing life.
The ones I cherish, I hold too tight,
Afraid of darkness, a fearful night.

I long for closeness, a genuine bond,
But fear consumes, a heavy load.
I’ll learn to loosen, to let go free,
To love without chains, wild and carefree.

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