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I choose me

Amara gill

19 Oct 2025 — 1 min read

I gave my all, you called it less,
Loved you deep, but lost my rest.
I begged for crumbs, forgot my worth,
Till silence taught me self’s rebirth.

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Love isn’t chains, it’s wings to free,
If I must beg, it’s not for me.
I’ll love with grace, not lose my core,
Respect is love — I’ll settle for no less anymore. 💫

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