Life Isn't (always) a Luxury
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I always feel targeted. I feel like everything I do never please anyone. Do you all think I'm some perfect child, that I'm not allowed to make mistakes? And when I do, are you just going to hold it against me for rest of my life?
I'd rather write down my feelings than keep it wrapped inside cause one day, I'll burst.
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