self-esteem
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I Used to Love the Rain

I used to love the rain. Play poet, a recluse, and some shit. Best friend of gloom. Companion of melancholy. Continue reading
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Own It

I could list a few reasons why I didn’t own it. Despite the triumph, it seemed that I phoned it in but I didn’t; if only I had known it. Should’ve been prouder that I had grown it. Continue reading
