I thought I was strong
I heal and heal and heal. I try so hard over and over again. "My thoughts are not me.", Breathe in, breathe out, everything. In the end I am just like my mother. In the end I am weaker than I thought. In the end, it hurts. I refuse to live a life where I don't respect my own choices. Why am I so weak?
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