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To The Beautiful Me


i had always viewed myselF as incompetent,

of Little value,

Always slandering my being as a whole.

i screamed and fumed at the World,

how was I cursed with so Little to give?

how can any being Ever come to love my obscured living?

So then I came upon my answer-

i never needed to Satisfy a person to determine blatant self-worth.

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