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I know you, you know me We are one and the same So how do you fight yourself When it's a never-ending game? Everything I do, He counteracts as I expect And every dark, insidious move he makes Is a struggle to reject When I was always told That I'm not good enough As a young kid I handled it well I just shrugged it off So when did opinions start mattering? When did I become so influenced? Was it opportunity, coincidence Or some other, unknown incident? How I've battled for so long I guess remains an enigma Even to the one in concern Raises a puzzling air, a stigma Myself, my misery, a mystery Decipher it if you can For the nine years I've tried so hard Yet I still don't understand
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 10:23 PM UTC
S-O-S
I know you, you know me We are one and the same So how do you fight yourself When it's a never-ending game? Everything I do, He counteracts as I expect And every dark, insidious move he makes Is a struggle to reject When I was always told That I'm not good enough As a young kid I handled it well I just shrugged it off So when did opinions start mattering? When did I become so influenced? Was it opportunity, coincidence Or some other, unknown incident? How I've battled for so long I guess remains an enigma Even to the one in concern Raises a puzzling air, a stigma Myself, my misery, a mystery Decipher it if you can For the nine years I've tried so hard Yet I still don't understand
I want to know how I did it, how words never affected me like this... if someone, somewhere, has been in a situation like mine... this is an SOS. I need help!
#self#dark#mystery#battle#fight#nightmare#misery#stigma#enigma#saveme
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26/Trans Female
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 10:23 PM UTC
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