my little self


Every day I look out the window at who I used to be,
I see the young girl looking backing at me,
She knows I’m not happy because I have no one to love me,
I cry because I’m sad and she wipes my tears away,
She tells me everything is going to be OK,
And not to worry because she loves me,
And that I should love myself

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