Dear Me
Dearest myself,
put your pride back on a shelf
somewhere you won't forget
how your mistakes made you regret
your actions
To insecurity,
darling, don't you lie to me,
I know you're there, just waiting,
trying to get me hating
my actions
All the concerns
rip them up and let them them burn
listen to what I say
and I'll show you how to make
your actions
be better things
that make your heart just wanna sing
I'll show you what is right
and then you won't have to fight
your actions
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