As a child I was encouraged to be “good”. Yet, who the hell decides what good even means? What if the things you were praised for, are actually bad for you? What if the things you were punished for, are actually good for you? Aim to trust yourself. No one knows you like you do.
To the point. I agree well put through poetry.👍
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