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You

Are the one who doesn't see me.

I tried to follow the rules You gave, the rules You made.

But Now..

I'm done.

Done with the rules, the lies, the filters.

Done trying for You

When I, should be trying for Me.

I have never been more happy than when I am,

Myself, 

when I am free to live without your oppression. 

Thank you for making me see the real

Me.

 

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