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Poetry

The moons out, I have a pen in hand. I wish I were writing the stars down by name, but these are only thoughts. Thoughts I like to call poems. ⭐

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by firefly_fly

by firefly_fly

I think we all have parts of ourselves that don't truly exist at all.

Parts we make up to please other people.

How sad is it we have to play pretend to make certain people happy?

I'm sorry to you, and myself that we can't all just be ourselves one hundred percent of the time.

I'm sorry it's exhausting to be a completely different person, only to please others.

Try to be yourself, for yourself.