I need someone to send me the cure for this disease that makes me not like myself. I admit I have a problem; now where's the help? I want to lose this outer shell self, this person who has tied herself to my ankles and drags me around like her shadow. I am the light, the bright, the one who ought to thrive. She is the darkness that I cram into a nook and try to conceal like that old memory, that shame you try to forget. But they bring it out in me, and I let them. I'm struggling to forgive myself, and struggling to fix myself.
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