Wee hours
I am scared. I am afraid of what the future might hold but I know that I mustn’t be scared or I’ll forever be stuck in a rut. I have to face all this head-on & just do it.
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Funny how all these things pop into my head only in the wee hours of the morning.
I need a hug. I need to be told that it’s ok to feel this way.
