i feel like i'm giving up all the best parts of me for everyone else
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i wish i was little again
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i miss all the little things that made me who i was. the morals, the books, the values, the music, the characteristics. they were young, childish, naive and innocent, but they were me and they were beautiful.
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i don't think i want a relationship.
i think i just want someone to care.
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i have so many insecurities.
i don't know what thoughts are valid or just products of my past
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Thoughts
PoetryJust a collection of thoughts and emotions that were felt too intensely to be dealt with on my own.
