I just was outside lying on the grass looking above as the stars waltzed across the midnight sky.
The more I let go of the more I am allowing myself to remember who it is I am.
Because at some point in time I decided that who I was wasn't good enough.
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I didn't want to be me.
I was scared to be me.
Who planted the seed in me that I wan't good enough?
And why did I allow it to grow so out of control within me?
667 days ago was the last time I stuck a needle in my arm.
7 days ago I gave myself permission be exactly who I wanted to be.
It's late and I need to get sleep......