Twice as Free

Love is not a butterfly

Or a glass slipper

It won't take something ugly and make it beautiful

And being and knowing are not one in the same

It's never what is in the mirror that needs to change

But you knew that already

It's not that you don't believe it

You can love parts but never the whole ,but subraction is never the answer

Knives just leave holes and you can't fill

Fill the gaps you already have and love yourself

And when he comes along you can be twice as free

The End

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