All this time... I've been lying to myself about all the bullshyte happening in my life. I have to make up another me, to motivate the 'me' that already exists.
Maybe I was right all along. I can be who I want to be, as long as I believe it. Yes, its ripping me apart inside if I'm not careful, but its the only way I can keep on pushing.
When can I leave this desolate place, and be home where I really belong?
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