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Shells

The mascot of my school has a shell. I have shells.
I've met a great group of people who are wholly welcoming and seem genuinely interested in me as a person. I still have my foggy passive view on life and my shells are still weighing me down. I want to she'd them and get to know these people whom by Gods grace have come to surround me; I want to get to know everybody that surround me. I want to be genuinely interested and remember things about them and be free of heart with them but I always feel as if I am walking on egg shells. But later on when not in situ I realize that there were no egg shells, it was just my foggy view which caused me to refrain from talking.


I want to shed the shells. No more tucking myself away.

Yours willfully,

TYB

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