Outside my window it sounds like someone is rattling sheet metal. I can’t sleep. Bad weather is exciting. With it comes change. Sunny skies are on the way. So I get dressed. Down on the street the city is quiet. The wind blows me around like a piece of trash. I remember I’m alive.
And I need all the reasons I can find not to hate myself. But it’s hard. Even the idea makes me shiver. Because I see loving myself like looking down on others. Riding around on a high horse. And I never want to think I’m better then the people I see on the street. The ones who have it rough. The ones who don’t fit in. The ones I see my own face in.
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