I Split in Myself. I Love Myself.

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One can be two, but remain one. People aren't pure math.

When I love myself, as if I'm sitting there next to me, one becomes two. We recognize our value. We respect us. We want to take care of us, and help us do the best we can.

Even with the scars, and the mismatched appendage; I know I love her. Peeled open and accepting of all of our supposed flaws...

She is Me... We are one at the root... Even though sometimes it feels like loving someone else.