The bad ones give me
A thirst to prove them wrong
Right after the guy
Who called me fat
Left me forever
I set out to prove
How pretty i was
And the good ones
Leave me with strength
Of a warm afterglow
"I have loved
And i have been
Loved back"
I just leap
From strength to strength
If it had been a story
I would not have believed it
But then
Fiction has to make sense
Truth doesn't
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