Seven
Seven lies you tell yourself.
Is that it all gets better.
Life goes on without me.
I'm worthless.
One more time wont hurt.
No one loves me.
This isn't wrong.
It doesn't hurt that much.
Dont lie.
You cant run from yourself.
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I am a major in Art and English. I am short and because of my shyness I allow myself to be less than what I can be.
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