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Dec 2013
i‘m not the prettiest girl
or the smartest
or the kindest
but you make me believe that i am.

i’m weak
and sad
and soft spoken
but you make me believe that i’m not

because when you look at me
my eyes start to sparkle
my smile brightens
my coldness melts away

because you believe that i’m
perfect
and that’s a really strong word
but with you
I just might make it someday
a.k.p
Written by
Anna Passey
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