Imagine
If I were different
If I were better
If I were mended
Imagine
If I were stable
Able
To cope
All the time
Imagine that
Imaginary friends
Defriended
Image Consciousness
Gone and unashamed
Imagined Voices
Silenced
Imagine that
I’d hardly be me though, would I?
I’m me.
I’m who I want to be.
I’m trying.
I’m asking for help when I need it.
And I’m … (dare I say it)… happy with that.
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