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self love

You did not know what to think of me. I was a young bird cupped in your palms. My heart beat frantically, but my wings remained folded under your fingers. You did not know what to do with me. I was beautiful, but not in the way you expected. I was mottled and gray and brown and dull. I was subdued, yet radiant. It struck you wrong. You did not know what to make of me. I was half-formed to your eyes. I required guidance and a wisdom only you

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