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Loving Me...


When and how

can I find

the strength,

the independence,

the courage

to love myself?


To truly love me,

with unyielding ferocity

and wilful ignorance,

the way I hopelessly

fall in love

with others.


I want

the greatest love

in my life

to be myself.


I want

to be the heroine

of my own

epic love story.


I want my own heart

to be the treasure

I so often seek

from someone else.


I want

to be

my

Valentine.


Happy Valentines Day.

Thanks for reading, over and out...

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