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Even if they hate it


I'm not who everyone thinks I am I'm not the perfect polished daughter, I'm not the version of me they find easiest to love. My smile was forged by my own mother. My tears were coated with a thick layer of optimism My despair was the only thing that felt honest. But I’m done. I’ll be myself, Even if the people I love the most Hate me for it.
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uglypsyche
Time reveals who we are to others and as we move through the stream we realise we are all that we need.

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