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Girl (Poetry)


Pardon me for my thoughts,
Although, I will admit they are mine.
To say I'm fine is a lie.
Honesty, I'm struggling.
Everybody thinks I'm better
Together they make binding chains
Involved in the wrong way,
Created by my insecurities.

Graded on my size,
Irregular advice contributes to my demise.
Relaps isn't an option though.
Loving you seems to pull me through.

Arabella

This image is a great view of empowerment- start by loving the person you see in the mirror.:

(not my image, but I love it)


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More beautiful when broken.

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