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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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