I can hear the screams of my insecurities around my inner self
And the cacophony turning my heart fly into murky clouds of ash.
The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.
I can hear the screams of my insecurities around my inner self
And the cacophony turning my heart fly into murky clouds of ash.
Beautiful!
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Thank you . 😇
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What could be the reason for those insecurities shre? Have you thought
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I dont know. This is the main thing I need to work on myself. Free myself from everything. And I have a great faith in myself, I’d conquer all these. 😊
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That’s my shre…keep up your spirit
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beautifully said… ❤
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Thank you so much. ❤️☺️
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👌👌
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Thanks fairy ❤️
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Pleasure! Dosti mein no sorry no, thank you😂😊😍😘
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😂😂 ok
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Are you really such a tormented soul or is this sheer imagination?
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Sheer Imagination. No worries. 😊
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I am majorly relieved! Your anguish and pain sound very disturbing
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Aah! Thanks for your concern. I hope I impress you by writing something positive now. 😉
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Look forward to that
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😊
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Very beautiful!
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Thanks, Maggie ❤️😊
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my pleasure
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Beautiful line
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Thanks, Rohit ❤️😊
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🙂
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