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Jul 2011
My first time wasn't how I imagined
Says the words of most girls these days
When I had ***, I had *** because I felt it was the right thing to do
I felt that the guy I thought I loved would appreciate me more
When only the complete opposite happened
But, at the time I didn't know that
I thought *** was the answer to my worries, problems, well my self confidence
I thought it would make me beautiful
When all along I never even understood what I was doing
The first time I understood what *** was,
Was not by having ***, but the time I kissed him last year
When his eyes were sleepy shut, but I still seen the smile that appeared on his face
And from that moment on, I know that *** won't make me beautiful
But, I'm beautiful.
And at 2Am when we looked a mess, after that kiss
I understood that *** is only beautiful with someoneΒ Β you love
And you can always be beautiful without it.
JKela Smith
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