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Feb 2020
I hate that in all my dreams and fantasies I’m someone else,
I hate that I believe for me to be happy I need to be someone else,
I hate that i feel like I can only have you if I’m someone else.
Hard truth, self love is harder than it’s made to be.
Written by
Oemor J  25/M/England
(25/M/England)   
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     Autumn, Joan, Sam, Mohan Sardarshahari, AS and 3 others
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