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Destiny

I have these little vases I keep trying to mount on my wall. Most I've convinced to stay, but one remains stubborn. ' Maybe it's the humidity, or maybe it's a sign to lay off on the decorating for now. Maybe it inspired me, or maybe pushed me to my limits, as I push my own stubborn heels in, because for the first time this year, I see a chance to get what I want, and I owe it to myself. But now my friends think I hate them, or maybe they hate me I think on the third weekend of plans falling through. Maybe we aren't supposed to be here, I wonder fearfully, because I know that even if I'm not supposed to be, I simply must. So I will continue to restick my lights every night to lite my home In search of some stability.
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18 / F
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Written by
chaya136
18 / F
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Aug 26, 2020
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I cannot afford anything else.

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