Julia Smith on Making profit off of poetry
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I used to believe that it was me.
That I was broken.
I used to believe that I was the reason you left; that I was too dark to be loved.
That I deserved to be left behind.
I used to believe it was me!
I looked in the mirror everyday and I cried praying to God that he fix me.
Thinking that there was something wrong.
Praying to God that he would make me worthy of your love.
Friday 25th March 2022 4:26 pm