The Thee I Call Me
Oh, how long it took to love thee,
Everything that makes me who I am,
Is beautiful with a complexity that's like wham.
I love the 'thee' that I call, me.
Some are confused by that,
But hey they're who used to call me fat.
Every single moment, we are given a choice.
Either we appreciate our time,
Or your wasting your own voice.
I chose to love myself
I learned to forgive myself for every crime
I learned to put all my pain on a shelf
I saved myself from the past
Now I live every day with a newfound joy
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