MySelf
The only way to change is to take control of you.
All the pain I've felt; heartbreaks I've had, were pushing to my potential.
Pushing me to my Potential, Not my limit: There's a difference.
My potential to grow, then lead and expand.
My potential to open up and be a voice for the shy.
But this is my truth, my awakening and epiphany.
The moment where I stand and love myself.
The moment I choose myself over running back to that familiar source of "ease"
Ease made me go numb; sex made me think "he loved me"
But his love wasn't the thing I needed...
My Love. My Peace. My Energy.
I Needed... My Self.
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