This is supposed to
Be the place where
I show myself.Let out the most
Hidden parts of me.But sometimes the thoughts
Become so scary,
I become afraid
To even say them out loud.Oh the secrets are still there.
Guess old habits die hard.
How can I trust anyone,
When I barely trust myself?~☆~✧~✧~☆~
Can I let them out?
Anna
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Inks of Heart
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