All my life, I've beaten myself into submission. I learn to always make myself small. It was not the world that I fear, it's the fact that I have no place in it. That I am not worth it to be here. I hold that so tight and close to my heart, I never thought of questioning it. Until I walk far enough miles. Until my heart break enough times. Until I really heard how I'm speaking to myself.
But I'm gentler now. I now have my hands to hug me rather than to throw stones at me. No longer.
Maybe a field full of flaws as far as eyes can go does not have to be my reality anymore. And I can be happy. I am happy.
And happines does not have to be the only feeling you hold. But just so you know you deserve it. You so thoroughly deserve it.
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Book of Unwanted Feelings
RandomHow I paint all those emotions that has been bothering me ever since
