Someone just shot me with killer questions and I keep on feeding the curiosity.
I do not wish to be found, but deep down, I think I want to be saved. I'm (always) exhausted being everyone's superhero that is expected to be on her toes 24/7 with the cape.
Everything is a tad too overwhelming now.
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"It was mine, that love.
I owned it.
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You are what you love, not who loves you."
xx,
D.
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