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Who Were You?

Who were you

before doubt crept in?


What could you have became,

if fear hadn't held you back?


Why did you let the critiques of the few,

plant seeds on insecurities in the space between your ears?


What kind of love did you have,

before someone broke your heart?


What did you dream of becoming,

before you let your life become a nightmare?


Who did you want to be with,

before you let fear control you?



 
 
 

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