Afraid of being judged, afraid that did not work out so many things left to do ... And who knows, but I did not have that fear I was not happier now? Who knows if I'd said fuck - whether before, now my smile was not sincere? For it is fear only serves to let this doubt, I am to think and act like this: fuck - if others will now do what feels good.
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