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May 2016
I don't know how many times
I cried myself to sleep
With scratched wrists
And bruised cheeks
Every single time I looked at the mirror
I wanted to erase
the image of my reflection of my face
I never wanted to remember how I looked
or how I acted
or how I talked

Self asteem wasn't my issue.

It was anger within.
Mishy Kim
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Mishy Kim
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