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poetry helps Jul 2015
it's awful to pass a mirror and want to look away
it seems my love for myself has gone astray

I blame myself for everything I do
even the rights don't hear a "woo!"

"it's okay" you say
but I know I messed up in some way

my mind is twisted, I can't think straight
my most dominant feeling is self-hate

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