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August 12, 2014

I hurt and I ache but they will never know,

I'm not the same as I was three years ago.

My old self is knocking, trying to escape--

Too bad it's not what they want, they can't appreciate it.

I flaunt, I front, I pretend to seem tough...

They will never know how rough it is to front.

I'm not as strong as they assume I can be,

I wish they'd come inside my mind so they can all see-- DAMN, I just want to be ME.

Not only am I trapped within my own flaws,

It seems that I'm in dying due to my own laws.

Beauty, personality, weight, creativity-- all keep me bothered.

I used aim for perfection but that vision has been slaughtered.

I'm struggling within myself to accept and improve my mindset and now I see I can't go wrong;

But, it's hard when you can't break down because you have to be strong.

I want to go back to the way I used to know!

That happy, free, woman I was three long years ago....

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