Feb 3
Reject me,
Defect me,
Depress me.
There still is no world,
Where I will be anyone but me,
And certainly not a copy of you.
Defect me,
Depress me.
There still is no world,
Where I will be anyone but me,
And certainly not a copy of you.
Never stop being the person you were made to be.
(14/M/Rochester NY)
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