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-- Petrified. Timid. Vanished. All at once. The bad thoughts, The what ifs— They haunt. Oh, she wonders— How could she loves, When she has not, yet, accepted herself?
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Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 8:26 PM UTC
Night Thoughts
-- Petrified. Timid. Vanished. All at once. The bad thoughts, The what ifs— They haunt. Oh, she wonders— How could she loves, When she has not, yet, accepted herself?
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Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 8:26 PM UTC
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