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Jan 2020
I used to hate myself.
There's no other way to say it.
I used to hurt myself.
There's no easy way to tell.
But now that I'm months clean,
And I have a reason to stay.
I'm not sure.
I think I like me?
I might stay here.
We'll see how long it lasts this time.

They say it was my head.
They say it was my mind.
I think it was my outlook.
Maybe it was the year.
But I think I might stay like this
For at least a little longer.

I'm not sure.
Do I like me
Or do I just like this life?
Do I like the life
or is it just him?
Did he change me,
or did I?
I'm not sure anymore.
I changed a lot of things,
I cut a few fake friends.
I dunno,
This could work.
I'm not sure,
This might work.
Maybe I can be happy.


-3nwlry
I don't know what my outlook
on life is anymore.
Written by
Cole  20/Non-binary/USA, CO
(20/Non-binary/USA, CO)   
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