And so he proved me wrong;
All those thousand thoughts that kept me awake;
Are no longer my dreads.
He sought help to drub my fears
He was there. All along.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 7:15 AM UTC
And so he proved me wrong;
All those thousand thoughts that kept me awake;
Are no longer my dreads.
He sought help to drub my fears
He was there. All along.
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