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They’ve all stressed that giving your all but not receiving anything back is the worst kind of love.

But it’s not.

I was not born to be anything you asked me to be, wasting my life away under your hand.

I still have to forgive a lot of people; I still have to forgive myself. But the things I already did outweigh those that I have yet to do.

Some days it’s bearable, but most days it gets bad.

I want to tell the world who I am.

I envy the way he acts around you.