The main palpitation.
I tear myself apart.
I insist on moving past myself.
I have become a memory.
I am afraid of forgetting who I am.
Ugh. When they tell you that you are special. You are unique. Express yourself.
Mm. It wasnt me all along. Just patterns and shapes God rearranged..fit inside of skin. A new me!
Ick. Stop buying the lie that you are God.