Somewhere along the lines, everything fell apart.
In a blur of self hatred and sadness, I lost who I was.
It’s strange getting to know myself all over again, and learning how to know someone in a different context.
Somewhere along the lines, everything fell apart.
In a blur of self hatred and sadness, I lost who I was.
It’s strange getting to know myself all over again, and learning how to know someone in a different context.