They call me girl, they call me kid, they call me young, they call me child. They call me weird, they call me dumb, they call me lame, they call me wild. They call me a joke, a freak, deranged and dismayed. They call me loner, despicable, ugly and afraid. They call me worthless, impure, filthy and ashamed. They call me loser arrogant, unimportant and a disgrace. To them I am nothing but a waste of matter and time. To Him I am beautiful and worth the fight. He calls me daughter, princess, perfect and friend. He calls me sweetheart, amazing and loves me till the end. He calls me forgiven, renewed, a masterpiece and important. He loved me enough then to die, now to live and fight, and till the end when we reunite.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13
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