Deep Down
Who am I deep down?
Am I flawless, or am I hidious.
What do people think of me deep down.
She is perfection, she is distruction.
But deep down I am just me.
I am me.
Not you or her or him or them.
I am a one of a kind.
One that is found no where
... but here in my own body
I don't need no editing I am all natural
Deep Down I love me.
I am bound to this word of all one of a kinds.
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