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I'm in the dark deep trenches of self esteem and have summited the mountain of self hatred. My head is not an empty box, my mind does harbour dreams. I wish for stars and gold for claps in rhythmic tones but instead i sit and cry on about how i just can't.
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Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 4:00 AM UTC
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I'm in the dark deep trenches of self esteem and have summited the mountain of self hatred. My head is not an empty box, my mind does harbour dreams. I wish for stars and gold for claps in rhythmic tones but instead i sit and cry on about how i just can't.
kailasha
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Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 4:00 AM UTC
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