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Wednesday, March 20, 2013
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I don’t know where I’ve been for these past few months/
I can’t believe that I got this low/ I’ve been preaching ‘keep your head up kid’/ When all along I’ve had mine buried in the sand
So many times I ask/tell myself what are you so scared of? But it's always of no use. I'm constantly held back by myself, by the paranoia supplied by the endless possibilities and what ifs. I want to be able to liberate myself from this safety belt of mine, otherwise known as keeping quiet and not saying anything. It's not fair how some people are truly unafraid and how they don't have safety barriers that hold them back. It's less of needing someone to listen to me, and more of needing the courage to open up. I don't want to be an open book, I just want to be able to tell a story. My story.
Nothing comes easy, including courage. |
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