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Jul 3
You’re not making me unsure about me
you’re making me angry, at you
cause I love who I am and how I look
I used to blame myself
but now all I only do for doubting me
is doubting you.

L.C.
Written by
Laura Claes  29/F/Belgium
(29/F/Belgium)   
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