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Dec 2015
Wrists taste the sharp sting of the blade,
They bleed,
And then?feelings feel numb almost like dead,
Unconsciously it becomes a creed.
It starts to happen more often,
Towards negativity the heart softens,
Feels like it feels good,
But from deep down we know its no good.
The cure?
Self love
Loving oneself,accepting you deserve better no matter what people say or how they treat you,you're precious.Just know that.,Its not something people have to validate its something you have to take and accept.
You are precious no matter what you go through,being a doormat now,doesn't mean you can't stand up and dust yourself to become better.Don't place your value in peoples eyes,love yourself.
If people treat you like dirt,it doesn't mean you're dirt,.someone only treats you the way you let them treat you.
PLEASE its time you loved yourself.
Self love is the cure,believe me.
Tapiwa Individualist
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Tapiwa Individualist  F/Zambia
(F/Zambia)   
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