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This is for me.
I'm just a little piece of everything.
A little bit of everything that ever made me smile.
Ever made me cry.
Ever made me think.
Ever made me.
And I'm okay with that.
I don't know who I am.
But I know what makes me happy.
I don't know what kind of woman I want to be.
But I want to be the kind that has love.
Because, honestly. I'd turn myself over if you told me you loved.
That's just the kind of girl I am.
And nothing will change that.
But I'm hoping you will.
I don't think I'm very pretty, and I hide behind my hair.
I know I'm intelligent.
But not the kind to make it out there.
I see people, and I learn from them. But I can never tell anyone of my findings, because even I don't understand them.
I have terrible posture, and I'm a weak person.
I let people kick me around, because I love them.
Or I want to.
Sometimes I lie, and sometimes I believe it.
But I lie to myself the most.
Sometimes I think I am my own enemy.
I am my own devil.
Some people believe that they succumb to sin because they are tempted by the devil. But these people are blind. They don't understand. The devil is a mindset. He is our insecurity. The old rag thats soaks up our impurities. We are not clean. We are people, and we have thoughts. And I don't understand how some people hold themselves in such high esteem when we are all broken enough to be humble.
And I know that it's not possible.
Perfection is unattainable.
But I just want to work towards it.
I just want to be better, because I know everyone has a best.
I want my best.
But I know that I need your best to ever see the best in me.
I know that I need you.
Sometimes, I just really, really wish that I didn't.