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So apparently it takes losing the love of my life, my friends and co-workers trying to play matchmaker... and looking in a mirror quite a few times really hard to realize...
Yes, I am cute. I am beautiful. I am sexy. And I am very intelligent.
And I am bound and determined to be absolutely confident about myself and I'll be damned if I go out in a pity party thrown only for me with me in attendance.
Yes, I am cute. I am beautiful. I am sexy. And I am very intelligent.
And I am bound and determined to be absolutely confident about myself and I'll be damned if I go out in a pity party thrown only for me with me in attendance.