I have many tragic stories to tell
But the saddest one was I fell out for myself
I can no longer find my worth
I can no longer see the person I used to be
And when I started to contemplate on the person that I was
I have realized that I was a giver but never to myself
I was a lover but a hater to oneself
I am everyone else's gift but a curse to my own
And I wish I could back but all I have is to look forward
I have caused my own pain
And no love could compensate it but the love I have within.
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Miss Heartstrong
