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Precious
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My dear friend,
you always tell me at the end
that you don't like your life;
that it is full of strife.
That some times you think,
you are the one causing it,
Making yourself recall
that you are no good at all.
But let me say this before you refute:
You may think you're not good-looking or cute,
but among those people whom I knew better,
you have the most beautiful character.
Have you ever seen your smile?
So genuine and worthwhile.
Have you ever heard your laugh?
your merry chortle as we chaff?
These are just a few
of what I really like about you.
I wish you'd appreciate these traits
and see why it is so great.
How you make people smile,
How you make friends in a short while,
How you always pick yourself up
whenever life beats you to a pulp.
Only a few can do these feats,
so don't feel like you are in defeat.
Everything you've been through,
is what makes you... you.
And you--you are precious.
anyone who denies is ridiculous.
So now, my dear friend,
let me repeat it before this poem ends:
You are precious.
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Date written:
October 2018 - June 13, 2020
Revised on: 06/23/20
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Yours Truly
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