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Jul 2019
Imposter syndrome, that's a thing right?
Fed with compliments all my life but it just makes me feel uncomfortable, like I have to live up to more
That tomorrow I will have to be better than yesterday

Before I met you
I did not know what it meant to be proud of myself
To be able to be myself genuinely and not have anything to live up to
To just be, without having to meet expectations
Purity in its best form

How do you exist?
jt
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jt  23/F
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