sometimes i really hate it that i'm this way.
but then what?
do i fight it?
detest it?
or accept it?
we are who we are.
if we don't learn to accept ourselves, who will?
in a sense, i have no choice but to accept this part of me.
yet, the matter of fact remains.
i don't like it.
i cannot hold this anymore
my hands are tired of only waiting to let go
and i am waiting, still
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