It has nothing to do with...with how I perceive myself. That's a whole other...
Heh...
That's a whole other...thing. A whole other mess.
No, it's because with everything you've told me...about you, about your heritage, about...about how you perceive yourself...
I've felt that. I know what it feels like to feel so...out of your depth. To loathe yourself to...to wish there were so many better things about you than you perceive there to be...
I know what it feels like...I know how it constricts the heart, like someone's reaching into your chest and just squeezing while whispering in your ear "They're all wrong...you'll never be anything worth a damn..."
I know that feeling and I swore to myself that I would never let someone else feel that way as long as I drew breath...
When I listen to you, I hear a younger version of myself...
And I would give anything to loosen that illusory grip on your heart...
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It has nothing to do with...with how I perceive myself. That's a whole other...
Heh...
That's a whole other...thing. A whole other mess.
No, it's because with everything you've told me...about you, about your heritage, about...about how you perceive yourself...
I've felt that. I know what it feels like to feel so...out of your depth. To loathe yourself to...to wish there were so many better things about you than you perceive there to be...
I know what it feels like...I know how it constricts the heart, like someone's reaching into your chest and just squeezing while whispering in your ear "They're all wrong...you'll never be anything worth a damn..."
I know that feeling and I swore to myself that I would never let someone else feel that way as long as I drew breath...
When I listen to you, I hear a younger version of myself...
And I would give anything to loosen that illusory grip on your heart...