I am.

January 13, 2020

Greedy.

Fake.

Slutty.

Wrong.

Inappropriate.

I crave happiness,

Yet I am denied.

But I am not defined by others,

I am defined by me.

I am not made for your approval.

I will live life as I please.

I will love

And be loved

By whoever I chose

And I will be happy.

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