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Beloved! Come let me sing you And into my garden’s melodies sing you And my hands as soft meadows caress your soul To outline you in this earth realm Wherein we all are but strangers
In a world where Women Fight Patriarchy Misogyny Sexism There’s a new breed of witlessness A group
I never opened up to someone afraid of being hurt. I kept them away with fake smiles and a simple I'm okay. I am afraid of people. I am afraid of myself. I am afraid of having my heart shattered 
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