Learning to Love Me

I feel like I have to give everyone an out whenever I ask for help

I lost myself in him

I forgot who I was and what makes ME happy

Once I let myself start to be me again I realized that things have started to changed for the better

I have the freedom to be my own person and it’s exciting and so scary and a little sad

Time really is the healer of all wounds

This poem is about: 
Me

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