Understand...

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It's a few things I need for yall to understand 
I'm not crazy
I was abused
I'm not shy
I'm protecting myself 
I'm not bitter
I'm speaking my truth
I'm not hanging onto the past
I've been damaged 
I'm not delusional 
I lived a nightmare 
I'm most definitely 
Not weak 
I WAS TRUSTING
I wasn't giving up...
I was healing
I'm still...
HEALING 

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