T h r i v e
I do, LoveI do
But I'm not the child
that I once was
There's a strange softness now
because I have fallen
for myself
And while even I find
this peculiar
it's true-
I'm no longer desperate
for validation
I enjoy the loneliness, and I
t h r i v e there
I've learned that-
And I mean this
in the purest way-
I don't need to be ‘loved’
Diary by R.W.S.
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Written on 2024-03-03 at 02:31
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