It’s hard when you can mix and mingle among crowds, blending in but not fitting in. It’s hard to know where you belong when mingling with one is better than the crowd. How do I know? I rarely feel I… Continue Reading →
She plays on your fears she hides from the sun she thrives on your doubts she cannot be undone give her time and she will make you crack give her time and you can never look back It’s never easy… Continue Reading →
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