Extraordinary
Am I really a lie? Oh my.
I love myself, but am I just an old dusty book in the shelf?
I won't comply with society, but in turn they ask why.
But now it's time to assert my own self.
Now I can lift my head to the blue sky, with my joy so high.
In and of itself, I can love myself even more.
I run by my mind's eye.
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