
I don’t think I’ve been myself since I was 10
I was myself until I wasn’t
Learning how unacceptable I was in interactions over time
Noticing the disapproving looks on their faces
My window of safety and love grew smaller as I grew older
So small that I didn’t realize when I disappeared
My body lined with cuts and bruises
Desperate attempts at finding where I had gone
I think I almost forgot what being loved felt like
Until someone stuck around

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