Insecure

Insecure

I remember when I was fearless, but lately I’ve been feeling like Courage. And by Courage, I mean The Cowardly Dog.
I’ve forgotten how to look in the mirror each day and embrace me, with all my imperfections and mystery.
Who’s that girl looking back at me?

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