Poetry

Identity

Loving you took little pieces of me
until I didn’t recognize who I was anymore.

© Sarah Doughty

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27 thoughts on “Identity”

  1. It’s easy, to lose oneself in love, because we’re prone, to mask up our real selves, to please the person we’re with, and when the love is over, we’d become, lost, because, we’d, lost sight of who we are, and, we’ll have a hell of a time, reestablish who we are int eh first place!

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