Oct 2017
I need help finding myself;
The girl I used to be.
She was fearless. She was confident. She was not afraid of the storm.
Because she was the storm.
She is lost somewhere in who I am now.
I swallowed a map so she could find her way back.
The girl I used to be.
She was fearless. She was confident. She was not afraid of the storm.
Because she was the storm.
She is lost somewhere in who I am now.
I swallowed a map so she could find her way back.
We all have corners in ourselves in which we hide.
(20/F)
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