There's this fear I have of being happy. Of being content. Of being settled. Somewhere along the way I programmed myself into believing I didn't deserve it. The instances I had it seemed stolen. And I knew I would pay for it. No good day would go unpunished. No rush of confidence would last. These feelings were like a new pair of jeans. Although
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