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— Notebook Fragments, Ocean Vuong

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one day, I‘ll tell him

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i‘m sorry, second one

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To the little version of me: I‘m sorry

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You deserve someone who never stops trying to show you how much you mean to them, even after they have you.

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about a drinking mother - what she gave me, I became

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I read something yesterday:

“Maybe you weren’t a terrible person maybe you were just fifteen.”

I wasn’t unlovable. I was a child. But love came with strings, and every hug, every word, was weighed against a condition.

Now I live with their voices screaming, you’re not enough. And I try—God, I try—to prove them wrong. But no matter what I give, the fear is louder.

Because if they couldn’t love me, who will?

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This time, I don’t want him to see me. Maybe it’s him. Maybe it’s me. I’ve been unseen, and it broke me. I’ve been seen, and I broke someone else. I can’t find out what he’ll be. I don’t want to know.

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when will it all get better? why does it feel like I lost this fight years ago?

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New kink called make me feel wanted.

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