if there was just one person
just one person
alive
one, who thought
me beautiful
thought me
beautiful all the time
beautiful as i sit
washing clothes
in this pathetic shit
hole
that passes for a
bathroom or
beautiful as i
walk down this dusty road
would it make life
worth living?
give me something
to live for?
i think you’re
beautiful
i think you’re
beautiful all the time
it’s what gives me
a reason to live
and i think i’m
alive
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