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For a long time I was trying to be something I’m not. Then again for a long time I didn’t even know who I was. I kept trying on different skins to see what I liked best but nothing fit quite right. Either too big or too small, or itchy like wool, or so thin I felt too exposed for my own comfort. It took me a long time to realize my own bare bones suited me better than any stretched out, over used idea of any person ever would. Now I am raw and slightly confused, but at least I can claim this  skeleton as mine and no one else’s.
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Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
Identity Crisis at 17
For a long time I was trying to be something I’m not. Then again for a long time I didn’t even know who I was. I kept trying on different skins to see what I liked best but nothing fit quite right. Either too big or too small, or itchy like wool, or so thin I felt too exposed for my own comfort. It took me a long time to realize my own bare bones suited me better than any stretched out, over used idea of any person ever would. Now I am raw and slightly confused, but at least I can claim this  skeleton as mine and no one else’s.
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Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
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