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When I was your friend, I didn't realize how much of myself I was repressing for you. Maybe I didn't know who I was. I thought I did. Sometimes I think I just changed. But the truth is, it's probably something in the middle of those two options.
Often times, I detach from who I was back then. That girl. I loved her deeply, but she's dead now. She died, so that I could live. And for that, I will forever be grateful to the girl I was before. But she wasn't perfect. Which is why I had to let her go. Even if I didn't want to.
And with that, I stripped down another layer of myself to find a truer version. A version that randonly sings and dances, even when life isn't going well. Because she feels happy about the small things!
The old me was never able to do that. And sometimes I feel like that's your fault. In truth, it's our fault.
Maybe that's what life is. We are all wearing layers and layers of the versions of ourselves. None of them are not us. But somewhere in the center of all those costumes and rags, is our truest self. Sometimes it shines through, and sometimes it gets covered. It's not necessarily that we are being fake, but we are who we are in that moment. I am all the versions of myself that I was in the past, but also none of them anymore. Maybe, by the time I die, I will meet the truest me. Day by day, I'm getting there.
The girl I am today? Well, I know she is not the final version. But I'm getting used to her. I am learning to take care of her quirks and be compassionate of her struggles. But I am still tying up the strings of the past, so I can live as this me, fully.
I hope you find your truest self too. Maybe one day, I could meet them?
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That sounds nice. Exactly that. Nice.
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