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I hate my inner ***** who flares recurringly, consistently, cruelly to the surface upon those who least deserve it. I hate my inner narcissist who rears herself so cleanly on the outer sleeve of Me bashing down while lifting me up on the shoulders of comparison I hate my learned complexes bred not of my parents but of a woman who saw a light and sought only to consume it. I hate how amid the dread and sin every rippled part of these indentions below my skin I must completely forgive them.
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Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 8:25 AM UTC
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I hate my inner ***** who flares recurringly, consistently, cruelly to the surface upon those who least deserve it. I hate my inner narcissist who rears herself so cleanly on the outer sleeve of Me bashing down while lifting me up on the shoulders of comparison I hate my learned complexes bred not of my parents but of a woman who saw a light and sought only to consume it. I hate how amid the dread and sin every rippled part of these indentions below my skin I must completely forgive them.
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kromo
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Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 8:25 AM UTC
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