
afraid of my own voice.
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You
I used to believe there was a You out there waiting for me. That one day all this mess would make sense through someone else eyes. And I guess, for a longer time then I’ll admit, it was comforting to think that if I just held out. Someone around some corner was there waiting for… Read more
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Be afraid
I would rather my bones freeze and my soul burn out than to ever bend the knee to another undeserving selfish being. I would rather scratch that itch of rebellion with hot irons through the back of my skull than to ever box myself in a prettier package for the sake of making you comfortable.… Read more
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