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My Ways

Choices, decisions

Day in and day out the only reason you call me
Is to berate me?
You’re a fool
You think I’m only here for your criticisms

I sit here and I remember a time when I needed to be content with what I had
Nothing was within my reach

I shouldn’t lift my hand to touch the stars
Because I will never be able to reach them

When I tried even afterward
Berate me
Be content with what I’m given
Never change my stars

Never try to fight for what I want
I was never meant for much
Unless I was told differently

My world was ruled by the whim of others

But I decided one day to reach out
I decided to try
I caught a falling star

I felt hope finally
I could finally be what I wanted
I started with hope
I started with freedom
I never went back
I learned what I wanted to be
I found it
Myself.

Author:

"My personality is basically a mix between a needy 5 year old, a rebellious teenager making bad life choices and a 80 year old woman whose tired and needs a nap." - Luna @bpdNymph I love so hard because I know how it feels to be loved so little Labels : : Gamer, Yarn Artist, DM, Hopeful Romantic

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