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I am hope.
what used to hurt me
still does
what used to scare me
still does
what used to make me curl up on the floor
shaking to my very core
still does
I am constantly afraid that one day
I will come face to face with my mistakes
a tableau of painful regrets and aches
the times I said I couldn’t when I could
the times I said I wouldn’t when I would
the past stil...
Tuesday 12th November 2019 11:23 pm
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