In trying to rediscover my voice, I've found that I'm not even sure what my voice is.
I've got too many layers of paint to chip off, and I don't know if I even want to - aren't I happy? That's what I tell myself every day, so I must be, right? I've created myself like a sim, just enough of this, that, and the other, just enough so that no one can Not Love Me. It feels real, it feels false, but if it's not me, then I'm just lost.
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