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Abby tries to write..

For longing hearts,

but chose to remain silent.

For those who waited a long time,

but chose to run away.

For those who tried to become worthy,

but chose to waste it.

Some of them were shy,

and some of them are liberated.

Some of them hid,

and some of them freed.

Millions? Billions?

How many are they?

Unbeknownst of the consequences,

some will hold on to their little hope.

For yearning hearts,

some will gamble their quantifiable feelings.

Why? Because of love.