I can feel you slipping,
Losing grip of what makes you whole.
But instead, hanging on to what kills you daily.
What excruciates your heart,
Bruising your hand
And wetting your eyes.
My love, just let go.
Self worth never depreciated,
Why let it?
Appreciate it.
Do what works for you
Be selfish
Put yourself first and the world will remember the intense self-love you feel for yourself...
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 2:55 AM UTC
I can feel you slipping,
Losing grip of what makes you whole.
But instead, hanging on to what kills you daily.
What excruciates your heart,
Bruising your hand
And wetting your eyes.
My love, just let go.
Self worth never depreciated,
Why let it?
Appreciate it.
Do what works for you
Be selfish
Put yourself first and the world will remember the intense self-love you feel for yourself...
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