There's me, I, and on some really bad days, we. But there's no myself. There never was and there may never be.
Me and I were once separate identities.
I saw myself as a soul trapped within a cage of force and hostility.
Now, I've come to make peace with my body.
My unshapely mouth and fleshy scars.
They're all mine now, and I wouldn't trade them for the world.
They've made me who I am.
I tolerate me now.
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