Good enough for me

Everything I am is not even part of what I can show to me.

Cause it’s never there and I can’t even share, what Ive tried to hide from me.

Something unloved, something unheard, something I can’t even see.

Hidden from me.

How can I believe, How can I believe you love me?
When I am who I am and I am who I am,
and I’m not even good enough for me.

Good enough for me.

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