trustyourself
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I pray for you so hard that my hand's pretend to be my eyes and cry.
I have dry palms for eyes, those who dream of paradise.
I was surprised. I hadn't realized how far I'd come. How selfish I'd become in the process. Only thinking about myself. I was ugly. I was fat. There was a facade put up between me and them. That's the only way they would have been my friend.
