Scared // m.c
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I'm scared. I'm scared of being rejected. I'm scared of being starved. I'm scared of being beaten up. I'm scared of being bullied. I'm scared. Terrified. Petrified, even.
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Well, title says all. Most will be from tumblr but I will try to write some on my own
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