I thought I'd be able to sort myself out.
Get past the childhood.
Get over the boy.
Get through the friendship issues.
Get out of the rut.
Get into gear.
Get away from the negatives.
Get better at communicating.
Get along with myself.
Get ahead of the false beliefs.
Get even with the fear.
Get familiar with the truth.
Get immune to others' ebbs and flows.
Get steady.
Get happy.
Get full.
I haven't.
I'm not.
I'm lost.
I'm hurt.
I'm confused.
I'm refused.
I'm bemused.
I'm here.
I'm here alone.
I'm afraid.
I'm frayed.
I'm my very own prey.
It's time to fight back.
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Author:
jo (
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Comments2
You're not alone jo, you're here on MPS with all of us. We're here with you. But a very emotive write. 👍
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Fight on Jo, we are all behind you.
Andy
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