they say
“YOU ARE WHAT YOU LOVE”
usually
I hate
“everything"
I’m made up of
—that’s where it becomes
scary,
terrifying;
reevaluating what my heart
truly
carries;
If
what we
love
is
what we are

"self description”

“self portrait”
“self definition”
altered drastically
at
the mercy of
acceptance
of this
"new” found
knowledge;
we are
what
we love
my heart
constantly—continuously
loving on a
spectacular
spectrum
graded by ones
enormously
wide range
in ideals, values, and beliefs
if
we are
what we
love

loving
oneself
no longer
a
dream,

an obtained goal
for once





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