Dealing with ones self

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You're so pretty! Your face is beat! Oh my God! You're hilarious!   I love compliments. Conceited much? No. I'm quite Precarious.  
Am I more like the lone tree of the Prairie? Of the Savanna? Tall, tanned with a puff on top. No one sees my roots. Are they are lost? Unseen, un-kept?   Words don’t define me,
I might not have the scars to prove it but I’ve been abused. I’ve been abused all my life and today I break my silence. No, I wasn’t abused mentally nor was I abused physically but I’ve been abused emotionally.
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