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Beautiful your midnight eyes

Your silken hair

Your pearl skin.

You hate yourself

All you are and have been,

But I tell you

Your hatred is fueled by thier lies.

You let their words cut you, scar you.

But dear

I swear one day they'll eat those words.

Their cruelty will haunt them.

 

Because of those words, you have forgotten

The things that give you meaning.

Love, there is meaning to your life.

My dear, you do have value.

Please, do not end it

And don't forget

The love I've tried to show you.

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