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Yet no one knows
Already curious tho.
Where did you get that sense of confidence?
From the shop or the sky or the amount of loneliness?
I responded with one word,
Which made them wonder more than my words.
I don't shop neither approach,
I believe and yet treat.
I believe and preach.
To no one dear
But myself darling.
I love me the way I am,
That's why I find me beautiful.
And that's why they find it so not magical.
Confidence is not bought,
Confidence is found.
Confidence is won,
And worn on the best of it's times.
You look. You find.
You find. You wear.
You brave. You rare.

-Mila