I see a weakling with no disguise.
She has begun to let her heart rule her mind.
Rational. A word drowned in the sea of nothingness.
And then what?
She hates herself.
Weakling.
Mixture of Melodies in my heart. Waltzing to the harmonious tune, naffing about in a tutu. Phillipians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ which strenghteneth me.
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