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Unbecoming

I saw you then.
I saw beneath the hurt. I saw behind the masks.
It took a while for you to see you, and, I always did.

As the years pass, I am un-becoming. Unbecoming what I should be, and becoming who I am. I will never become anything for anyone else. Who I am is enough. [And who you are is enough]

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