Their words stick to me like syrup, I always think I've washed it all out, but I never fail to find a little more stuck in my hair
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The Art Of Becoming Fearless
PoetryShort poems written by a girl who loves to live fearlessly but is petrified of everything
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Their words stick to me like syrup, I always think I've washed it all out, but I never fail to find a little more stuck in my hair
