I have been a certain way for a long time
I have fought myself, with myself, as someone else
For forever
And I think I might need a massage
But then you sent me off with 6 letters
‘Open on the plane’
‘Open when you’re feeling unmotivated’
‘Re-read this when you’re mad at me’
I don’t know when I became worthy of such a love
I tried to not read them all at once
Space them out
Read them when I need them
But I couldn’t wait to meet all the different versions of myself
That you had created
I was too eager to see who I could be
About the Creator
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