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My Own Opend Mind.


I sat there, my mentor staring back at me.

Whenever I felt lost, my mentor was there to guide me.

Anxiety came, my mentor was the only one there to calm me.

Sadness came, my mentor was there to lift me up and carry me.

Bisexuality came, my mentor told me to accept myself.

Anger issues came, my mentor taught me how to control myself.

I don't know how to show love or give love, my mentor is teaching me

I cried in my room, yet only my mentor was there with me.

I felt unloved, my mentor told me love yourself how you want to be love.

I am surrounded by people, yet I feel like it's only my mentor around.

I felt like giving up, yet my mentor told me I could be someone in life.

My mentor convinced me that I mattered.

My mentor helped me love myself a little more.

My mentor taught me how to a bit more confident.

My mentor told me to accept myself.

My mentor told me not to be angry, sad all the times.

My mentor reminds me about the good things in life.

My mentor is my own opened mind.

My mentor is myself.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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