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Ranting : I am a prize!

I am not an option

I am a **** good choice.

Despite my scars and insecurities,  

I am a prize!

 

I built the barricades to keep people out.

And I want to let you in.

But I can't make myself vulnerable around you.

All the love I still have for you,

all the love I long to show.

you make me feel like I'm just an option.

Like you could take me or leave me and it wouldn't make a difference.

 

To think...you mean the world to me and I have allowed this.

I've allowed it; it's the only way I could keep you.

I need you more than I'm willing to admit.

 

After all that we've been through, you make me question my own heart.

 

But every day I must push onward, putting myself first.

 

I am not an option.

I am a **** good choice.

Despite my scars and insecurities,  

I am a prize!

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angel-ann-fulford
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Feb 1, 2015
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