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SuperGirlSwag

Published: Mar 30, 2013

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I need to love myself
I need to care
I need to be myself
I need to stand

I got to love myself
For who I am
I got to see myself
Like no one else

So I will love myself
And I will care
I’m gonna free myself
From this despair

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MischievousManciMel

Nov 2, 2013

This will help someone I know really well. Sometimes we all need to remember ourselfs and with help from your poem my someone hopefully will think about that. Thank you.

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