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I am


I used to be afriad of the dark

I used to be scared of the monsters that lived under my bed,

In my closet

Around the corner

As I got older, the monsters followed

As I got older it was no longer the dark that scared me

My own thoughts would cling to my ears

And I believed them

“You arent as pretty as her”

“You will never be enough”

“You will always be alone”

And I believed them

I thought for so long she was better than me

Prettier than me

Smarter than me

I let who she was guide me

Walk me blindly down the trail

I was a puppy

What she said,

Went

What she thought,

Truth

Until…

She was gone

 

I was alone

So painful is the absence of a person

So painful is the longing of a loved voice

 

So I dusted my self off

And I told myself

I was not alone

I am not alone

I am more

I am capable of loving

And doing

And doing

And doing

 

I am me

And that is enough

 
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