Jun 2016
I stare at myself
And think:
What has the world done
To make me hate it like this?
I stare at myself
And answer:
Nothing. It has done sweet nothing.
And think:
What has the world done
To make me hate it like this?
I stare at myself
And answer:
Nothing. It has done sweet nothing.
Nothing to say.
(18/F/Port Elizabeth (SA))
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