Note to self
I hope that in ten, or even fifteen years, you'll have found yourself. That you'll have been able to pull yourself up out of that slump for long enough to make someone out of yourself, to have figured out who you are, or at least what direction you want to go. I hope that if you're alone, you're okay with that, and if you're not, that that person makes you happy. I hope that you finally learned to love yourself, flaws and all, and I hope that you can love others now, too. I hope that you finally let go of all the pain and hatred you held in your heart all those years, and that you can accept change. I hope that you have become the best version of yourself, the one you always wanted to be.
Best wishes,
Me
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Eleutheromania
PoetryEleutheromania: an intense and irresistible desire for freedom. That's what I wanted. That's what I needed. It was just out of arms reach, though. I'd never get there.
