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3.6.5 Of Self Love
I died, knowing I had lived;
Knowingly I lead, my days following me blindly;
A seemingly broken perfect image, beholds the grandest version of me exactly.
There's more to me than meets your eye;
Perfectly imperfect to the beholder's eye;
Twenty-four hours of loving, it's like a year of longing;
A year of reflecting, no more rejecting.
To be selfish is not to be selfless;
Never alone but always impressed;
The self I knew is the person that isn't new.
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Write-A-Thon Challenge (Entries)
RandomA compilation of original entries exclusively for this year's writing contest: Write-A-Thon Challenge hosted by ambassadorPH. [Entry #1 Wattpad Self-Love Poetry- 02/09/20 [Entry #2] Wattpad Testimonial- 03/15/20 [Entry #3] Wattpad Fools- 04/14/20 [...
