It’s been nice all day. Though when it’s time to leave the sky opens up. All I can do is shrug because it’s true. I walk out the door. I wink at the heavens and say I’m onto you. I cut through traffic on a bicycle. I smile as warm rain pelts my face. I’m heading home
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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