selfrespect

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  You look into the mirror What do you see? Whe most people are asked that they resort to the negative Why?
Staring at this screen, Cracked. Broken. Barely working. This is love. This feeling of emptiness, my finger, a heavy brick on one word: send, this is love. This vacant lot of self-respect,
Snap! Snap! Snap! all day long in the girl's bathroom. Lights flashing everywhere, skin showing, lips perched like a betta fish.
Bells chime 4-3-2 Heart radiant like the Sun Divine energy
Without all the filters, without the different poses I know who I am and God only knows it I am free to be me in my crazy condition My wild mind could be shown at an art exhibition
Nobody Knows Me Like Me
 
  I begin and end With the use of this state of mind I am you as you are I Potential is a given Confidence rearranges
Step outside yourself for a moment, look at yourself in a different light. Not just any light, but with the Light of Christ.
    I am not a toy At your fucking disposal You will not decide  How worthy I am today Or tommorow Or ever
In every woman's life, Love is a must. Some men just think that means lust.   Forget her figure, and her face. I swear some men are just a disgrace.   Love is a feeling, a heartfelt passion,
Vow
I will not be silent. I will not compromise myself to win the approval of my peers. I will not base my decisions off of what other people advise me to do.
who do you think you are you know the extent of my volnerabillity you are aware that i am but a delecate china doll yet you expect me to allow you to hold me 
I may not be dumb, But that does not mean I’m smart. I’m old enough now To take care of my own heart. So that’s what I had thought, Then I chose the wrong guy.
 Dear Love,   I gave it all to you. And you dog gone took it and ran with it. Such a fool, to have ever think we would be.  
Booty shorts. That’s what he brought back for me. After telling him repeatedly, just how unflattering they were to a woman's body He brings me booty shorts. KEY WEST written nice and tight
"Look at the obvious, only feel for the "natural", God told me. "Don't smell the pink flowers, only the blue", the media said. "Pull yourself to the inside and push from the out", school taught me.
Everyday there is an uphill battle, I face them heart on with my hardest tackle. It's so easy to just go with the flow, When people are inviting you for trouble, how do you say no? Is it the devil that pulls you in?
Life is too short, grudges are a waste of perfect happiness. Life is too short, laugh when you can, it's a bonus. Life is too short, apologize, enhance, while you still have the chance. Life is too short,
I am that boy who is kind, sweet, silly and all I always carried a smile that stretches my lips about a mile walking near my folks telling jokes tall in height always a delight seeing me on the spotlight
Every day we are awakened by the alarming clock. Every moment should be great. Don't misuse love, because others don't get the love.
Caring about yourself is hard to do. Especially if you're used to caring for someone else too. There's going to come a time when you just need to worry about yourself. Even if other people cry for help.
I am tired Of lies. Tired Of my disguise. I’m tired. I want to be free again; Free from the heart. I want to be me again; Free from insanity of humanity. I just want to be free.
Angry tears Arched across my zygoma Flowing with rage...It’s colorful I can't think... my mind eclipse by sublte animosity Through holes I've imprinted with malice
Lack of beauty, abundance of lust, risky relationships she cannot trust. Runs from herself to hide from her spouse, looks mighty in theory, in reality mouse. Attempts to be home when in her own house,
L-O-V-E Is a four letter word love shouldn't be taken for granted But mean so much to someone that means so much to you Don't let love slip away Hold it forever in your heart Cherish each day
You see her She’s 16 The prodigal age The year of first love and heartbreak, obstacles and triumph She reads to escape unpleasant realities She writes to express deepest desires
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