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You have cut me up and placed me beside other shinier, redder apples. you've given disapproving glares and shaken your head, arms akimbo. You're trying to keep me in a box, away from the "dangerous" world outside but then you'd shake your fists at my browning flesh and putrid body. I'm just an apple. Why can't you see me for what i am? I'm not the biggest nor the juiciest. I have yellow spots on my skin and bruises on my flesh. Why don't you love me? Why can't you stop comparing and judging and complaining? You are my apple tree. you made me. Why can't you see I'm trying to be the best apple that i can be? It's not enough. it's never enough. I'm. Not enough. and i never will be.
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Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 5:19 AM UTC
I am an apple.
You have cut me up and placed me beside other shinier, redder apples. you've given disapproving glares and shaken your head, arms akimbo. You're trying to keep me in a box, away from the "dangerous" world outside but then you'd shake your fists at my browning flesh and putrid body. I'm just an apple. Why can't you see me for what i am? I'm not the biggest nor the juiciest. I have yellow spots on my skin and bruises on my flesh. Why don't you love me? Why can't you stop comparing and judging and complaining? You are my apple tree. you made me. Why can't you see I'm trying to be the best apple that i can be? It's not enough. it's never enough. I'm. Not enough. and i never will be.
Did you bring me into this world just to pass judgement on my every move, mother? or was i something you never wanted in the first place
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Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 5:19 AM UTC
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