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Apr 1
I’m afraid you don’t feel the same.
I’m afraid no one does.
I’m afraid I’m keeping people from being their best.
I’m afraid I’m holding them back.
I’m afraid that I’m one of the weights on their shoulders.
I’m afraid if I follow through, I won’t be letting them free.
I’m afraid that I’ll just be letting go of something worth keeping.
I’m afraid that my life is worth living, and I’m wasting it.
kathleen
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kathleen  15/F/your moms house
(15/F/your moms house)   
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   --- and Lyle
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