I hate the way I have to fix all the different broken parts of me.

I hate believing I’d give up on all the possibilities.

I hate me for throwing pity parties instead of finding the strength I need.

I hate me for letting pieces of me break as if everything would always work perfectly.

I hate thinking of how I use to be so carefree.

I love the way I know myself enough to trust intuition faithfully.

I love me for knowing I’ll come back stronger in the end,

simply because

I love me.

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