• The figuring out, learning to respect myself (a poem by me)

    All these things i found out make me wanna pout and shout. How could this be, see i that the people were right and i use to fight like i was right. Well im gonna fight to make it right , im not ready to tell you. You will rew it,now sit and don't take a fit. Im ready to accept myself from left to right, at first it was dissapointing but now im fine with this. I got the key to accepting myself well you can boo too, who are you fool?
    You use me as a tool. Well i accept myself from right to left.

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