Fight

When did I stop fighting for the things I want out of life?

When did the fight leave me?

When did I start to allow my life to pass me by?

When did I start believing that I did not deserve or could not have what I truly desire?

The moment I began compromising my soul to have you.

The moment I stopped respecting myself in order to respect you.

The moment when having you, being with you became more important than me.

Than my self-respect.

Than my life.

From this moment forward, I choose me.

I choose life.

I choose to give.

I choose to live.

I choose to fight.

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About Valerie Christine

I have been writing since I was 13 and was published for the first time at the age of 14. Writing has always been a place to share, to be, to feel with no interruptions. No rules. No judgment. Every piece is like a photograph, a moment in time that only truly exists for that moment because there will never be another moment exactly like it. See, every moment is unique with many variables making it set apart from the next and the next. And so with words, as with pictures, we capture these moments. Like capturing a tear or a laugh or a snowflake. Because truly the only variable is change. And so in words I seek to capture and remember what inevitably shifts and changes. View all posts by Valerie Christine

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