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Never good Enough
I was around nine years old when I started to hate myself...
I was never good enough
I would tell myself...
I stopped eating
I skipped meals
I kept quiet because
I was never good enough
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Loves
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Flow
Writing for me is like a river of words flowing out of me.
Sometimes raging other times calm and slow.
Other times it is as if the otters living in the river have built a dam.
Blocking the flow,
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