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Sep 2015
When I look in the mirror,
I'm never satisfied.

I hate my face, my skin, my size...
I hate my cheekbones, my hair, my eyes...

I hate my legs,  my thighs, my hips...
I hate my arms, my ears, lips...

I hate every bit of me that you touched
because they all remind me of you.
The insecurities from a bad relationship
Josephine Habib
Written by
Josephine Habib  Putaruru
(Putaruru)   
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