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To be loved

Once there was a little girl who only wanted to be loved!

She looked in all the wrong places just for a hug.

She was told she had to give more if she wanted to be seen.

She was told she had to be more if she wanted her dream.

She gave, they took... she waited to see.

Not enough was all it ever seemed to be.

So, she gathered her things and turned away, to start a love in a different way.

She found her strength, she found her voice.

She lived a life of her own choice.

She knows if she could choose who she would choose to be.

The choice to choose would be...

"Me!"

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