acceptingyourself
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Dear Me,
It doesn't matter what you say, you don't know me
I don't even know me...well I'm still trying to figure me out
And yes I have flaws but name a person who doesn't. Not you. And certainly not I.
All of the words I locked behind a door in my head releases onto the page. Splatter, splatter; they spill onto the once carefully unmarked slate. Now I'd rather have vivid colors than an empty page. An empty life full of lies.
I used to have wings
They dripped golden light
And were as strong as the hardest steel
My wings had their own music
And sang along to my beating heart
You didn't used to have wings
