Everyone's
projecting onto you, or you feel like everyone is judging you. I feel like I'm
being judged a lot of the time. You become really self-conscious.
I allow the winds of the world to blow through my very soul,admit the perils and foreboding's into my heart,I am pampered by my goddesses,betrayed by primitives,I love to live,live to love,life is my gamble,luck is my artform...
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