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A Form of Her |
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Don't judge me.
Don't force me.
Don't control me.
I am me. I am proud of who I am.
Am I proud of who I am?
Or does my rebellion make me proud?
That I am an individual.
I am not weak, even if I look weak.
I am not strong, even if I look strong.
Who am I?
Do I know who I am?
Am I confused of who I am?
Am I afraid to face what I have become?
Am I consistent with who I am?
Inside, and out?
I distract myself.
Attempting to please my loathe with hurting myself.
I am beautiful inside, even if the word beautiful makes me cry.
I am a love hungry soul, and I get no pleasure from hurting myself.
Then why do I hurt myself?
Is it because I am afraid of facing recovery?
I am rambling. I should organize my thoughts.
I am loved.
Now I need to love myself.
By knowing, who I am.
Do I allow myself to be loved? Or used?
Love me. Please, love me.
I do not love me. I cannot expect people to love me.
I must love me. I must know what I must love.
What is it that I must love?
Me.
What am I?
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I do...not know.
Find out. |
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