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*My heart tip toes discreetly In the dark hollow hallways Of self-doubt and low self-esteem. Many a times It trips Stumbles Even falls But still die hardly insistently Treads on this self-destructive path. Why it chooses so is a conundrum in itself.*
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Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC
Dark Illuminated paths of self-doubt.
*My heart tip toes discreetly In the dark hollow hallways Of self-doubt and low self-esteem. Many a times It trips Stumbles Even falls But still die hardly insistently Treads on this self-destructive path. Why it chooses so is a conundrum in itself.*
Me look me in the mirror and me see an abnormally normal individual guess not even a shred of normalcy exists or are things so very normal such that I make out to see the abnormal in the normal life's really going around in circles.
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Kenyan
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC
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