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Jan 2013
I've slept with more
men,
than I care to
mention.
Looking for something,
I convinced myself
was lost.
When all along, it was buried
inside me,
next to my fears of inadequacy
and last shot of *****.
Move over the self doubt, shuffle
through the lies,
you find it, there.
There Right there!

I found it, myself.
Written by
Nat
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