The fear. The lack of security. The past. The present and may there be a future?
His look – hesitant. The silence – awkward, scary, numbing.
The risk. Too great? The loss (if). Too great.
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The name’s Benny. I am a sentimentalist and an emotionalist; a dying breed of man where sex doesn’t rule their world; love actually does. Borned a perfectionist with a lazy personality, I find myself often in great dilemma with utter dissatisfaction when I can’t bring myself to finish my work. And, it is unbelievably tough for me to conform to the rigidness of this complicated society. Yet, I am not a person who dares to express freely. So, read my blog and judge me (don’t you dare act innocent). I am yours truly.
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