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I walk into a room and can't help but wonder. Can they see what I see?
Even if they don't, I do. I see every flaw within myself, no matter how small. I'm mean, needy, unattractive, demanding, spoiled, rude, short, and arrogant. I'm nothing special.
Yet, somehow, he sees everything I dont. He thinks i'm nice, attentive, beautiful, loving, caring, honest, petite, and smart. He thinks i'm unique.
To him, I am everything. He loves the thing about me I hate and has shown me that I am more than I appear to be. Because he sees me as beautiful, I am.
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Memory Jar
PoetryA composition of memories, musings, thoughts, poems, quotes, experiences, short stories, and lessons about life, love, happiness, sadness, and everything in between. ****If you like what I write, don't hesitate to comment and vote! Constructive cri...
