When will I get rid of this obsessive slavery,
feelings of 'not good enough and inadequacy'.
My thoughts go round and round
from low to high and back again,
as I seek to be a beauty, cherished
yet feel knocked once again.
When will I know deep within,
that with you I'm 'most me'.
So I'll listen, listen, for those words,
"Come love, and follow me.'
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