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What am I doing here? I'm not even sure anymore.
Do I believe in love? I believe in kissing....
Message for you.
Fight for tenderness! Care as much as I do! The world is a theater and I love the drama. I'll take my time, move as fast as I want, as long as it's my pace.
Ask myself these questions.
Why am I whispering when I have something important to say?
Why do I add a question mark at the end of all of my sentences?
Why am I apologizing every time I express my needs?
Why am I hunched over why am I starving myself when I love food?
Why am I hurting myself when I want to scream?
Why am I waiting whining?? Why am I asking all these f******?
Questions questions?
Fitting in?
Why am I so flawed and imperfect?
You know the truth, sometimes it does hurt.....so much.
My dog can feel love. A man's best friend, it is sad. That is all she will ever know about love. My mother deserved so much more than that.
Remember this:
It's easier to be mean than smart.
BUT.
That isn't who I am.
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