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At first they're few
The things I list
That I truly appreciate
But as time passes, the fondness grows
For each wrinkle, freckle, scrape
I've come to love
The aspects that used to make me frown
Each day I better understand
Why friends want me to stick around
Self-love grows
About the Creator
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Comments (3)
But as time passes - fondness grows - the way it is suppose to be. Nicely Done!!
That's true love, when your respect for yourself because of the love of another. ā”šā”
For each wrinkle, freckle, scrape, I've come to love. To know yourself and if you still love yourself - you are a winner. Well done!!