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They ask me if I'm confused? They ask me if it's a phase? They tell me it's a choice. That I wasn't born this way.
I feel the eyes staring, watching I hear the voices giggling, whispering Their words lay on my shoulders like tons of bricks trying to bring me down.
Lately I've been struggling with the fact That I am constantly worrying And anxious about everything. I want everything to be right But I know that's just not possible. I realized that I have to let go
Something I struggle with but absolutely understand is there is absolutely nothing wrong with me. I love this godiva mocha skin i’m in.