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Self-worth is something I do not possess, For the world looks at me less, Is it just me or Im wearing the wrong dress? Maybe thats it, I guess? This man of an angelic beauty, I came close but this angel is on duty. Now I am distracted and lost, I’ve done enough and too much it cost. How is this possible, Why am I so gullible? I should stop looking for Genie’s bottle, Or I’ll end up fighting a lossing battle.
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 2:29 AM UTC
My Worth
Self-worth is something I do not possess, For the world looks at me less, Is it just me or Im wearing the wrong dress? Maybe thats it, I guess? This man of an angelic beauty, I came close but this angel is on duty. Now I am distracted and lost, I’ve done enough and too much it cost. How is this possible, Why am I so gullible? I should stop looking for Genie’s bottle, Or I’ll end up fighting a lossing battle.
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 2:29 AM UTC
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