Is it strange to think about how much time I spent
Searching for affection
In the shallowest of places?

Is it strange to think about how much I gave of myself
To people that didn't deserve it?

Is it strange to think I let myself be hurt
Because I thought
That's what I deserved?

It it strange to believe
That my innocence,
Was strangled?

Is it strange that I let go
Of trying to shove puzzle pieces in places
They did not fit?

Is it strange how once I let go
Of all the hate,
That I had secretly stored,
In the little cracks and breaks that linger across my heart...

I met you?

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