Accept me as I am,
Nothing more,
Without any trimmings,
Without expectation to the good in Me,
If it exists,
And without fear from the bad in me,
As it exists.
Accept me as I am,
Nothing more,
New as Tabularasa,
Mysterious giant,
Or poor dwarf,
Holding your hand
With sincere closeness.
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