It’s hard to walk sober when you’re being led,
disillusioned, onto blurry paths. This road feels familiar but your hand in
mine feels new. I’m sure I’ve been here before. I’m sure I’ve laughed like
that, flirted like that. And I’m sure it didn’t end well. I’m sure I was
crushed, spent. But what if this is different? What if this is a new path
you’re guiding me along? What if I let my guard down just enough to feel the
fairytale, wisp around me? I’ve done it before; what’s the worst that could happen?
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