i hate this there is nothing more that I despise than the lingering feeling of uncertainty. i don’t know who I am I feel like an outsider in my skin, i tell myself that it’s because my bones haven’t settled well enough in my flesh but something tells me that isn’t it. we’re mirrors you and I, split in image. broken from the same shard of glass.
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This one really hits 😢
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