Believing in myself
Keeping my head up
Believing in myself is hard
I don't know how I could make it easy
Believing in myself is not easy
But it should be easy
Believing in myself is not real
It's, I just gotta try
Believing in myself is gone
Because I let it go
Believing in myself has no reasons
But it does have reason
Believing in myself is not me
It is me
I just need to try to believe in myself
I need to believe in myself!
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Junice Michele Lanza
Writing poetry comes from the heart.
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