Nov 2017
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Petrified.
Timid.
Vanished.
All at once.
The bad thoughts,
The what ifs—
They haunt.
Oh, she wonders—
How could she loves,
When she has not, yet, accepted herself?
Petrified.
Timid.
Vanished.
All at once.
The bad thoughts,
The what ifs—
They haunt.
Oh, she wonders—
How could she loves,
When she has not, yet, accepted herself?
her clouded mind and thoughts
