I know you can see me.
But what is your definition of me?
Is it my imperfections?
My flaws?
Or is it my successes?
My progress?
Do you see the broken person I pretend I'm not?
Or do you see someone that you wish to be?
It is not easy being me.
For existence is difficult for us all.
A burden reenforced by trials of life.
We fight to scramble for ounces of happiness in this limited world of numbers and resources.
Some day you will realize,
You were enough all along.
VOUS LISEZ
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