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Molding me Into MoreChildish,More Like This
arrogant,
conceited.
A liar,
a cheater.
Mean,
petty.
Yes,
I was all of these things.
Before.
Before love came to be,
after I waited for so long,
not quite so patiently.
It swept out the fear,
the apprehension in my heart,
stocked me full of joy,
trust, sincerity.
No longer,
can I lie with good conscience.
No longer does conceit and pride
cloud my judgment,
for the unshakable truth that I'm beautiful,
is all that remains.
You looked my mean spirit in the face,
called me on the petty,
showed me my faults.
Cruelly? No.
But clarity you quickly brought.
Maturity,
you demand.
Act your age.
A request,
neve
Sta.sh
