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Oct 2016
I keep forgetting
That I matter too
Maybe I'm too caring
So much, myself I *****

I bend to people's whims
So they can be happy
Their joy a synonym
For me feeling ******

I need to learn
To love my being
Otherwise I'll burn
And die screaming
I lived my life being a scapegoat, but the people I talk to now help me learn that I deserve to be happy too. P.S. No one worry this isn't a cry for help. I just haven't written anything sad or angsty in a while. Need a change of pace.
Written by
Brett Palmero  26/M/Chicago
(26/M/Chicago)   
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