I always thought,
“Surely, no one is perfect,”
until I laid my eyes on her.
I admire her.
The way she dresses, does her hair, how she talks to people.
Everything that I want to be.
It’s not jealousy.
At least I don’t think it is.
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Author:
freyaaa (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
What a raw and frank poem written in such an innocent and open style. Nicely done
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