Awakening


Tenderly,
I remember me,
And all the instances,
of who I used to be.

Tenderly,
I remember me,
And bring forth all of what used to be,
In order for my heart to see.

Oh,
I'm loving me, I'm loving me.
I'm seeing me, finally.

Oh.
beautifully, I've got to be.
wonderfully, the one to be.

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