I am happy.
I am confused.
I am blissful.
I am hoping.
I am done.
I am wishful.
I am blessed.
I am tired.
I am desperate.
I am missing.
I am still myself.
I am wordless.
life repeats itself sometimes.
and it scares me.
but then again,
maybe I want it to.
-Kara
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