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Proud

I, to this day, have never made my parents proud for it has always been a competition. Comparisons to siblings that always damage whatever is left of your self worth, and criticism that picks at your self image Will I ever be enough I often ask myself But then I realize Its foolish to ask, because there will always be someone smarter to be proud of, someone wiser, someone who never will be me
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amanda-kyara
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May 21, 2014
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#self-hatred#proud
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