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For the past year or so, I have not been feelling like who I used to be,
And no matter how hard I tried, I was not okay when I just tried to be me.
I kept doubting myself, and I became someone that I did not recognize,
For the longest time I kept blaming myself, trying to figure out what was wrong with me.
Why was I never goo enough for anyone? Was there something wrong with me that I wasn't able to see?
Pain is physical
It is counter productive to love, a conclusion in the mental
When Pain refuses to try again, Love breaks the deadlock
When Pain instigates the feud between man and fear, Love encourages boldness
Dear future self:
I am you from the past.
That's an odd thought;
Right now,
as I write this,
I am in my prime.
I am the best I have ever been
But I am only a version of you.
I find you all so funny. How easy you can play with my heart. I’ve been through so many boys.
Not sex but experiencing what it truly means to love someone. You all lie. Perhaps it’s my fault.
I find you all so funny. How easy you can play with my heart. I’ve been through so many boys.
Not sex but experiencing what it truly means to love someone. You all lie. Perhaps it’s my fault.
To be honest with yourself is not something that is simple
To expose yourself to uncomfortable realities
that may clash with your engrained views
To allow yourself to be vulnerable to the questions
Hello butterfly,
What's brought you here to me?
It must have been my emptiness,
For I'm alone, you see.
I live my days in darkness,
We call ourselves kings in all that we do,
in all that we say,
We call ourselves warriors,
rebels against the tyranny of Life,
against the slithering hand of injustice,
Yet,
The coldness you would put me through would make me appreciate the warmth you straightened me with
You thought i would bend
You thought i would yearn for your approval as i did as a child
She wasthend of girl that believed in true love
she believes in fairytales
she wanted to believe that was enough
she wanted to get out of this jail
She wasn't pretty
she was magical
Don't forget to take your medicine; because I love you.
Talk to me about how you're feeling; because I love you.
Are you having a rough day? I promise you'll be okay.
Just lay with me for now. Because I love you.
It’s been a long time coming
But we’re finally okay
We know we deserved this sooner
But we’ll take what we can get
But just as all the pieces seem to fall right into place
When I was 4, I spoke with a stutter.
My parents were concerned- I, I, I, didn't know I spoke the way I did.
When I, I, I, was 8, my stutter went away.
No, it did not vanish, it made a home in my brain.
I have this friend,
She's super nice but she is really racist.
I have this friend,
He's so good-looking but he just a little sharper than the floor I'm standing on (if you know what I mean)
I have this friend,
this is not romance, she thinks
she sees the world in its barest form learning all of its secrets and nuances and
believing that
in essence
everything
truly
was black and white