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Jun 2018
They say our minds are oppressed.

Is freedom free?

Are we directing our own foot steps? Who are we without the influence of parents, friends, society? Without manipulation? Without the lies?

Who are we!

I’m I really what I want to be,or, do I want to be her to meet their expectations, to check their boxes, to be accepted, to be valued, to be loved ?

What’s the point?
I’m not in control of my own actions. My own mind. My own destiny.
Or I’m I?
Sometimes I feel as though someone else is living my life, as though the decisions I make aren’t really mine.
Blesseur
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