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Nov 2017
I miss me. The old me when me was just me. There was no one else between me and myself. No one to hold me down, no relationships to ship me further apart from myself. Like America on the 4th of July, I was a sovereign entity, making rules for myself and following rules made by myself.
Written by
Ainaa Abdul
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