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I don't like myself either.
My role at home was supposed to be, slave to the family.
My mom was a very sick lady.
When I found my strength, I ran away, as fast as I could & as far away as I could go.
I somehow knew, I had to protect my sanity. The little I had left.
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"What a liberation to realize that the,
'voice in my head' is not who I am.
Who am I then?
The one who sees that."
~Eckhart
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