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California
I can not explain why I love the place I hate so much
How in once upon a time I was a young girl
Whose heart was so tampered with during the passage of time.
Where I learned at a young age to give myself self doubt
And thought myself the dirt under the feet of others
I lived that way for eight long years
I loved my family, my brothers, sister, parents and cousins
But they were so much different than me
So I tried my hardest to fit in with them
But the only thing that gave me comfort was the sound of the storm.
When made it’s way over and pushed against me
Until one day I moved to a new place
Leaving behind the world that brought me down so far
I soon found the doubts did not leave the thoughts in my head
And for eight years more I still struggled with the demons
There was no confidence in me, no sense of self
But now there was something wanting to come out
My past self did not want to be the me of then
So she struggled and scratched and climbed to her escape
She showed me the way and from a place I hate so much
It did not seem so terrible now
Because in my thoughts all I could see were the slow waves
That caressed and hugged the pier before retreating back into the sun
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