I want to make it through the mazes in my heart w/o hitting a wall
Graffiti my insecurities in the pavement
It should be a crime to not feel beautiful
Like Enough
To doubt
I keep trying to write something perfect
Perfection hides the truth
Suppresses the depression
Living a divided life
I hate it when my feelings don’t reflect my actions
I want to say something without meaning something different
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