Tailor

Hey there.

There were some days I didn’t think was my best. I struggled with some sense and stability of insecurity. I was afraid I was too gone. Some of those days happened before I met you. Some happened after.

I didn’t know how much I was dependent on others around me.

So I walked thru the door, playing the messenger of my mom’s madness.

It was so weird how someone could tailor her insecurity.

Would you tailor mine?

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