It's sad to think how I had to witness the part of me dying that I cherished the most
The part that made me myself which was sacrificed by the judgment of people, most of the ones being those who I wanted to recognize me as myself, love Me as myself, and if they did, tell me that they did, so I could've done that for myself too
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RandomIn the middle of switching phones, I realized I had a terrible habit of writing my thoughts in my notes app(thoughts I liked enough to not lose) so here's a section of my imagination:)
