Self Love
People often don't see me. Hell they hardly understand me. All I want is to be cherished and loved for the woman I am. I know that sometimes I wake up and my hairs a mess. The bags under my eyes give away the late shift I worked, but I just want someone how can look past all that. They say that the fault is not ours, but every time the end is near I blame myself. Was it me who didn't try hard enough. I didn't think to love me could cause pain to another person. I didn't think that loving me would cause me to lose so many. I love myself I do. But is it really so horrible to want someone else to love me when I cant love myself too?
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