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A poem to my younger self

You are enough. Don’t let them get to you never let them get to you, don’t let them see that it hurts you. They have no right to say those things they don't know you I do and you are enough you are figuring yourself out and that is ok god, darling, that is more than ok. You have every right to work on yourself let him go. You deserve more love than he ever gave you. You are enough.