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I'm Not Who I Was
I'm not who I was and it's the strangest thing.
I don't think the old me would recognize Me anymore,
but that's ok.
Because I'm starting to realize, love, and adore
Myself.
Imagine living with a family of disorders,
darkness riding upon corners.
Imagine living with an anorexic sister, autistic brother,
