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Nov 2015
Before inconsolable
Before despairing
Before broken
Noone there
No caring.
Before dejected
Before rejected
Only by my looks
And reading books
Did I get respected.
Before worthless
At least feeling so,
Before a ****, a dirt ball
A sleeze bag
***!
Before I came to be
Before I came to know.
Me!
I found out
I realized
I understood
I wasn't what I was told
I wasn't what I was
Made to be.
I was someone beautiful
I reflected who God
Made me.
A Lopez
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A Lopez  Mexico city, mexico
(Mexico city, mexico)   
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