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So many unfinished shows, stories, tweets, texts, posts, thoughts. Thoughts that were original but felt unpopular so they just hide, in the drafts until they are forgotten. For fear of criticism, hate, lack of likes. This life, isn't the one I want to live in. This writing. Isn't for you. It's for me.
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 9:42 PM UTC
Drafts
So many unfinished shows, stories, tweets, texts, posts, thoughts. Thoughts that were original but felt unpopular so they just hide, in the drafts until they are forgotten. For fear of criticism, hate, lack of likes. This life, isn't the one I want to live in. This writing. Isn't for you. It's for me.
Sadsunflower
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 9:42 PM UTC
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