Snippets

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To think is strange.

To feel within a body,

That is sunken in

With the weight of its own existence.

As a mind deep inside

Questions the reason

To even be.

It is it not strange?

To see how much there is,

But still feel restricted

By who you are.

To feel that you are not worthy.

To feel that you don't belong.

But the truth is,

The mind is just muttering.

For even though it tries to tear itself apart,

There are those that love,

That care,

For that little person within that mind.

For even though that mind

Is scared,

Is worried,

Is doubtful,

And hurtful, 

Doesn't mean

That others can't care for it. 

I am not a good person.

But that is what I think,

For even though I doubt,

Others care and encourage.

For even though I may think,

I am nothing,

I actually do matter to someone.

And you matter to someone.

And it turns out,

We all matter to someone.