The You You Are

If youโ€™re still hoping someone will understand the version of you youโ€™ve grown intoโ€”

๐’”๐’ ๐’‚๐’Ž ๐‘ฐ.

Not the you you were years ago.
Not the you you were to survive.
But the you youโ€™ve fought to become.

Maybe we didnโ€™t miss our people.
Maybe we were just becoming them.

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