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For the man who doesn’t really know himself; I don’t envy you.
For the man that doesn’t like what he sees when he looks into the mirror, I feel
bad for you.
And, for those all about the physical; gain a little self-esteem. I mean when did
you become the image of who I’m supposed to be.
How’d his impression make mines bow out? And why... why should I let him
determine what I’m worth to me?
It’s like seeking self approval from another being ... I just can’t authenticate it.
Man in spite of all his imperfections judge me, please; tell me what I should look
like, please; persuade me HaH!
I think not. Listen to me well... I like the sound of that... I ... see how beautiful that
is. I make decision, just ones; my own ones. No man persuades I, pushes I, or
manipulates I. I gotta be me!
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