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Left on Red

My comfort zone is approximately 3 feet around me in any direction.
I've never been much of a thrill seeker.
People tell me that if I want to grow as a person, I've got to stretch that and try something new.

So I started doing that with little safe things like ordering food or drink I wasn't sure I'd like.
Or turning left at a red light that I know wasn't going to change for a long time in the middle of the night.

And I know, i know these are mostly safe
But I want to grow
So I have to keep pushing
Like telling her how I actually feel
But the only thing worse than knowing your words are left unread
Is knowing you were left on "Read"

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