My knees keep hurting. Pretty sure it's because I've gained weight faster than my body can keep up. It makes me feel nothing short of repulsive. My skin is dry and I'm as broke as ever. I wish the stories I told myself as I fall asleep were good enough to salvage a novel from. I wish my belief in myself was as strong as my belief in tomorrow. I wish I believed I was strong enough. There is nothing left in this world for me. And I wish there was so hard it hurts.
I want nothing more than to change the world. I will continue to try. It is all I have. All I am. All I was made to be.
Better than this.
Better than this life I'm living.
I was brought down at 2yrs old and left for dead.
I was told that there was nothing left for me.
I will prove you wrong.
Because proving you right will require admitting that there is nothing left of me.
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