WE all have our imperfections. d. d.We are scared that when others find out about them, they won't love us anymore. Or they will think less of us. No. d.
Every time my mental illness gets worse, this fear intensifies.
I feel like I don't deserve anyone. This is something that I keep with me. IN here, my heart. d.
That there explains a lot about my relationships, or lack thereof.
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