Self-Love
I first thought, I was never good enough for thyself
Could not see how I could be blinded
I was at your feet at my weakest point
Your torture was of stabs at my heart
I died and came back stronger than ever
Fought the battle for too long to give up
I let god and continued my journey
Scars of my heart remind me of the pain I endure
I kept on going for I did not stop cause of you!
Learned to love thyself completely
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