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Hate me or love me
    What is left is

           Me.
Self identity
She's beautiful,
And it shows,
But her beauty I love most,
Not in her petals,
But where the roots grow
If only you knew
The whispers behind u
You'll wear a frown
And be an owl
All life long.
trust. Care
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