never not me

they wanted to define freedom for me

it was never about me

i was just a structure upon which they renovated with the pieces of themselves they wanted to see

i was the doll for which they could dress up, marry off, and put into the dream house

i was the trip they’d been dreaming of taking

i was the piece of double chocolate fudge and chocolate chip cookie (warmed) they’d been craving

it was never about me.

what i wanted and who i was was just something for them to check off of a list

remission

indubitably

…everything i hated

was comprised of everything everyone else wanted me to be

for themselves

and not me.

yet i couldn’t refuse…until. now.

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