Growing up, no one ever told me how hard it is to be in love with yourself.
Only if they had chosen not to belittle. I would have chosen to live every day and savor every little moment to the fullest.
Oh Lord, growing up, how I wish anyone had told me how hard it is to be in love with yourself.
Whom am I to blame when it was I who fed only on their words within me and hung onto them relentlessly?
Still, how I wish only if they had chosen silence and let me be "myself." Today it wouldn't have been this hard for me to be in love with me.
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