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My Fight

How soft can the wind blow
when you live in a storm?
They say it’s all in my head
but they don’t know the kind words
I replay in my head as though
it is the only thing keeping me above the water

When I compliment myself,
I do not do it so you agree, or disagree
I do it so maybe one day I’ll believe what I say
that I will be as beautiful
as I want my self image to feel

The words that leave your lips,
you think they mean so much and
if you say soft enough words
my opinion of me has changed;
what you don’t know is that I don’t care
about what anyone else thinks but me,
and I am the most critical to myself

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