becoming me
becoming myself is so hard to do theres streotypes and standards i feel i have to live up to and theres people who dont care but say they do there in the way between me and myself maybe once im me than i can be free no longer chained and bound by my depression no longer insufficent with myself my void finnally filled my soul finnaly at peace my heart one with itself me will be me
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