I cannot help but think of how,
If things had gone just a little differently,
I would have been someone that I could be proud of.
Funny to think how things that happened so long ago could have an impact so many years later.
I wish I could have been someone else,
Someone who was
just a little bit more considerate,
just a little bit more kind,
just a little bit more of a better person.
Maybe that self-loathing wouldn't be.
Maybe these versions of myself exist somewhere else,
in some different, alternate timeline where
she is not dead.
I could be her, I could be so much better, I could reach that impossible-
But I am who I am.
Much as I despise myself for being
Unable to be her.
If things had gone just a little differently,
I would have been someone that I could be proud of.
Funny to think how things that happened so long ago could have an impact so many years later.
I wish I could have been someone else,
Someone who was
just a little bit more considerate,
just a little bit more kind,
just a little bit more of a better person.
Maybe that self-loathing wouldn't be.
Maybe these versions of myself exist somewhere else,
in some different, alternate timeline where
she is not dead.
I could be her, I could be so much better, I could reach that impossible-
But I am who I am.
Much as I despise myself for being
Unable to be her.
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