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I won't settle.


 I am slowly

learning that

for a long time,

and all too often,

I accept

(or even embrace)

so much less

than I deserve

because fuck it,

could be worse, right?


But I cannot

measure

my expectations

of others

on the pains

of my past,

or the possibility

of something worse.


I deserve more.

I did then,

and I certainly do now.


So I won't be 

merciful

to toxicity,

negativity,

or inferiority.


Give me

what I deserve,

or step aside

and let someone else.


Because I know my worth.


And you better believe

I won't settle for less.

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