Why did I ever let you tell me I wasn't pretty?
Why did I ever believe who I am was wrong?
Why did I ever let myself believe you?
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Two weeks has taught me this:
I am good enough, actually more than good enough.
I am not just pretty -- I am beautiful.
Who I am is the best thing ever.
....and the truth is, that I'm not sure anymore why
or if I'll ever believe you again.
& that's what I decided today. Here. While I sat on this dorm room couch.
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Two weeks has taught me this:
I am good enough, actually more than good enough.
I am not just pretty -- I am beautiful.
Who I am is the best thing ever.
....and the truth is, that I'm not sure anymore why
or if I'll ever believe you again.
& that's what I decided today. Here. While I sat on this dorm room couch.
--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
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