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Things started to get easier the moment I decided I wasn't going to settle for average.
Friend: Are you going to be ok?
Me: yeah... hopefully
Friend: It's not like we have a choice
Me: Paused whispers...yeah
Because of love
I became broken
But because of love
it also fixed me
And because of self love
I grew
You're a big reason why I hate people
I wish you were the mother I needed

But don't worry

I'm going to be the mother I needed
for my children
I blossomed
and became more then just a
confused depressed girl in a dysfunctional family
I became me
Things will get better
but it will get better if you let it
and if you do something about it
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