Who am i meant to be
I forgave myself the hate towards me, thinking about constantly please let me be. The emotions inside of me not knowning what i please to be. Confused lost out of my mind holding through a thin line. Who am i. Cold , soft , forgotten, demanded, lost, who am i. With no one around my screams and nails on the ground who really was i meant to be.
Friday 22nd May 2020 9:14 am
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