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Aug 2018
I get this feeling where eyes have come to focus on me, they keep popping up in the dark like the cartoons on TV.
Then the questions begin.
"What are you doing?"
"What are your goals?"
"What is your purpose?"

The list goes on and on
Repeating in my head.

And all I do is shut down
From fake expectations
I made up in my mind.

I just wish I knew why.
I feel worthless at this point.
Chelsea Rae
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         Seanathon, Fawn, TD, Chelsea Rae, Lawrence Hall and 6 others
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