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Maybe it's time
to realise that
I do not have
to search for love
elsewhere;
not when it's etched
into my being--
my identity.

Maybe it's time
to not salvage
that love for anyone,
but embracing it
for me.
I do not tell you that you are beautiful because you have just become beautiful.
I tell you that you are beautiful because you always have been.
Your beauty is not something that appeared one day.
It was always there, it has always been here.
Your Beauty  has always been.
It's now time for you to see it too.
a poem for my best friend.
The day you left was a dark day.
Not just in my heart and in my home
But outside too
Maybe, Just maybe
that was Gods' way of sympathizing with me.
This is a poem about the day I lost my best friend.
I miss you.

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