There’s really only one problem with me…
I’ll never be good enough for anyone or anything that I truly want in my life
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head felt, About my feet the sea I knew not but the next Would be my final inch,-- This gave me that precious gait Some call experience.
2 Comments:
same here :(
so u arent alone :)
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