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I let you put me in a box Drawing all my lines I worked so hard just to please you And told myself I was fine You showed me off to strangers and friends Taking credit for what god had done I didn’t feel strong or fortunate or brave I just wanted to be normal for once But normal wasn’t something that you could give me And different you would never let me be So you criticized everything I thought, choice I made, and what I believed I know that you didn’t know better and you thought you were doing your best But I will be in therapy forever because your judgements will never let me rest
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