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I was fine

I was happy

I split myself in two, sometimes three

different ways.

to fit in.

but I always denied my truth

never in sync with my internal and my external.

I couldn't be,

I was never happy inside.

I was always pretending on the outside.

always denying my truth.

I was exhausted.

I was pretending.

I split myself in two, sometimes three

different ways.

to fit in.

but I always denied my truth

never in sync with my internal and my external.

I couldn't be,

I was never happy inside.

I was always pretending on the outside.

always denying my truth.

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