
It’s open, come on in. Whose there, you ask? Fear. Doubt. Jealousy. My house is open, so they walk right in. Unknowingly, I invited them. How? Through believing lies in my head. Honestly, I thought they’d leave. But they don’t … Continue reading
It’s open, come on in. Whose there, you ask? Fear. Doubt. Jealousy. My house is open, so they walk right in. Unknowingly, I invited them. How? Through believing lies in my head. Honestly, I thought they’d leave. But they don’t … Continue reading
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