myself
I am myself now
I haven't always been though
I used people, things, and actions to define what society thought of me to be
until people started leaving, things started breaking and actions started failing
I wasn't myself for weeks and no one noticed
I wasn't happy
I wasn't loving life
life was boring
like an empty hole of nothing
But then i realized it
i can't define myself by someone else
they aren't me
they don't define who i am
what i like
what i wear
who i chose to be
they arent myself
only i am myself
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