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I'm afraid to speak. Opinion or objection, They will never be taken into consideration. So I sit or stand and listen and watch in silence. You have made me this way. I blame myself. It hangs on my shoulders, pulling me down. Sorry for being scared, 'a wuss' or 'a baby'. But you made me this way. My confidence has gone It's been crushed Stubbed out like a dwindling fire. No life inside. I'm sorry. I'll try, I'll be brave. The voice starts to come But so does the panic. The temperature rises and the pounding begins. Banging at my chest. My knees go weak and my hands start to shake, But I tell myself 'I'll be okay.'
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May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 12:50 PM UTC
Am I Worth It?
I'm afraid to speak. Opinion or objection, They will never be taken into consideration. So I sit or stand and listen and watch in silence. You have made me this way. I blame myself. It hangs on my shoulders, pulling me down. Sorry for being scared, 'a wuss' or 'a baby'. But you made me this way. My confidence has gone It's been crushed Stubbed out like a dwindling fire. No life inside. I'm sorry. I'll try, I'll be brave. The voice starts to come But so does the panic. The temperature rises and the pounding begins. Banging at my chest. My knees go weak and my hands start to shake, But I tell myself 'I'll be okay.'
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estherloves
16/F
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 12:50 PM UTC
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