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Lost


Now that I'm getting closer to the end I'm scared. I don't see what everyone else sees in me anymore. I have failed so many times in my eyes. When others try to shine a light on me I ran and hide knowing I'm unworthy of its shine and warmth. My flaws scream through my reflection without stop. My flaws claw at my heart, and it's very close to destroying me. I feel a hole growing inside me.the light that used to be so bright is slowly dying out.
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