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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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