my therapist was proud of me today.
and for the first time,
i was proud back.
not taking anyone’s shit,
even from the ones i love the most.
oh how younger me would smile.
smile at my blonde hair,
big boots, and the names i’ve took.
the inner workings of a random twenty-one-year-old's mind
my therapist was proud of me today.
and for the first time,
i was proud back.
not taking anyone’s shit,
even from the ones i love the most.
oh how younger me would smile.
smile at my blonde hair,
big boots, and the names i’ve took.
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