Do you ever feel like a plastic bag. Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again?. Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin. Like a house of cards, one blow from craving in?.
I used to bite my tongue and hold my breath. Scared to rock the boat and make a mess. So I sat quietly. Agreed politely. . I guess that I forgot I had a choice.
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