overcoming fears

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Her breathing reminds her of the sea  strong inhales like water being pulled from the sand building potential, building tension deep exhales hit like the force of waves 
Denise woke in the January dark. It was 3am and a new moon. She put on a dress for the first time. Soft cotton, made for young skin. The fuzz tickled her shoulders
Denise woke in the January dark. It was 3am and a new moon. She put on a dress for the first time. Soft cotton, made for young skin. The fuzz tickled her shoulders
  for so long i was torn between             faces & places and not being able to choose what to do or where to go that would please others [please me] i wanted this and i wanted that
Lonlieness is a curious little thing,it infects our thoughtstakes ahold of me sometimesIt makes me feel like no one would care.Like I'm alone in my thoughtsand that frightens me.Because I scare myself.
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