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I know that I
don’t possess the
beauty of a rose,
the ones before you
taught me so..

But,
do you think you could
find a way to love me
for my words,
and for how I survived
through all of the things
that hurt.

I don’t need your help.
I just need you to love me
while I learn how to
love myself.

— The End —