Learning to Love Me
I feel like I have to give everyone an out whenever I ask for help
I lost myself in him
I forgot who I was and what makes ME happy
Once I let myself start to be me again I realized that things have started to changed for the better
I have the freedom to be my own person and it’s exciting and so scary and a little sad
Time really is the healer of all wounds
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