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I don't think anyone has been this gentle with me before. I've never had something I want to give back so desperately. The doubts, the fears, I want to rip them up like weeds. It's slow going. I know it isn't fair to worship someone so I'm finding another word for it because it's too late for me. Keep what you stole. I don't mind.
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Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 2:00 AM UTC
Thief
I don't think anyone has been this gentle with me before. I've never had something I want to give back so desperately. The doubts, the fears, I want to rip them up like weeds. It's slow going. I know it isn't fair to worship someone so I'm finding another word for it because it's too late for me. Keep what you stole. I don't mind.
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25/M/Denver, CO
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 2:00 AM UTC
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