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Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win William Shakespeare (via mitralvalves)
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memoirofme:
behind every door a soul hides behind every door a soul cries behind all four walls and one door i die a little inside i cry my tear ducts dry but most of all i hide behind a broken smile a broken door i know im not alone i know its not only me because if it was
behind closed doors…
