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insecurity 

the one thing that makes me different for the rest

i am insecure

about my body

my mind

the way i speak

i want to be liked,

to be loved

but 

 i second guess myself

and try to be someone im not.

i am afraid that you wont like me for my differences

i think a certain way,

a way where what i think is funny

you are there, confused

i have to repeat myself

over 

and 

over.

when will i be understood 

for the real me?

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