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She told me she loves me, it can’t be true, I’m not perfect
I’m filled with mistakes, I’m not worth it
She smiles at my insecurities
She looks at them like labels of something fragile, “secure these”
She told me she loves me, like I do no wrong
I realised it isn’t that, she’s just head strong
She’s been around long enough, who am I to doubt her love?
Who am I to say I’m not good enough?
I might not be good, but I’m good enough for her
So I’ll do what I can, while I can, I love her.

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