Knowing me, is understanding me. Get to know me n not the talk about me. Get to know me and then see. Thought I knew myself well only to realize what I knew was criticisms, judgments, gossip. Talk about who I might be ,seem to be or someone's opinion of me. Not who I really am, just who someone thought of me me to be. I have learn a lot ,about who I was ,who I am, who I can and becoming. Not really bragging ,maybe a little. Humble always, stay in my lane.its OK to be me and not a copy of what I see to prove the presence and essence I've been created to be. I'm me. This is life ,live because life is meant for living. We all have a story because yourself cause there's no one else like you around.
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