Broken in

my ankles are shaking, please help me, please. I don’t understand why this walk is so hard, who are you to buckle me down, change my thoughts of myself into something so hateful, so unworthy, deplete me as if all I have is not enough, who am I. I constantly forget to ask myself this so I may say out loud who I am… and with the confidence implanted in me some where I am self loved enough to hault the shake…

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