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Jun 2013
I am less than my aspirations
I am more than my expectations
I am worth less than my possessions
I am worth more than my confessions

I have survived
Only because I have died
I have found meaning
I am left forever sleeping

I am no longer
I am not stronger

The biggest lie I have harbored
Is pretending I know myself
Written by
Elizabeth Thorn
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