A deep breathe in.
Then slowly out.
I am loosing my desire to be fake and ultimately unhappy.
I can see it in myself because it used to be the only thing I saw.
Now I am a bit older with many more flaws.
I have been so lost in my own thoughts that I forgot to be who I want.
I struggle because I choose to.
I fight because it gives me false hope.
I am me most days but some I am us.
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