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Jun 2015
People say I worry too much.
Don't trust enough.

But if I stop
If I use blind trust

I'm scared that I might
Become
That girl.

The one who only cares for herself.
The one who hates
Hates everyone else.
.
.
.
And then where would I be?
Their lies do not define you.
Marisa Lu Makil
Written by
Marisa Lu Makil  25/F/Holland, MI
(25/F/Holland, MI)   
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