Constantly worried what others' reactions will be when they realised that their confidence is misplaced, how wrong they've been and how rotten that subject is.
What goes up must come down.
I wished it all began from down.
Too late
I'm sorry.
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Its already 2021.
Because. Watched a video of a friend reading her poem. Prompted me to look for what i used to write. Waa laa... Here I am. Didn't ...
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