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Expectation


The system tells us we are perfect, 

then asks us to submit, 

to buy the latest products and fashions 

to never challenge what subscriptions we have to the people,

the people who know what makes us beautiful,

who know what makes us lyrical and insightful.

But what value does that have? To know that someone else

holds the respect for you, and can love what you do?

When you yourself are held together by the stitches

of another's love, and everyday we search for a little more thread

I say this, do not ask to be loved by another

treat yourself as you would your own brother

learn to accept you for what you  are, and if someone else can,

even better. 

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