Innocence
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Ongoing5m
Last published Fri, Jan 27, 2017
If you've ever seen yourself in a photograph, you might not see yourself as the prettiest person on the outside. Not matter how pretty, everyone's felt that way at some point and it's hard to deny. But one thing that isn't hard to deny is that you know you're a great person, and you may feel like not a lot of people see you that way. I've ran into some interesting people in my life that have, in my opinion, left lasting impressions. Some people people bring out the bad in me, but other may bring out the good. Many people make me feel insecure, and many make me feel confident. Many people make me feel guilty, and other make me feel innocent.
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