I am gone

December 9, 2020

We all end up with ours head

between our knees because

the only place we'll every truly feel safe is curled

up inside skin we've been taught

to hate by a society that shuns

our awful donfidence and feeds us our

own flaws, and sometime when

i need to meet the me that loves me I cant find her

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