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Nov 2017
I beg of you to stop hating your reflection,
the things you say about yourself,
the things you do to yourself,
it hurts me just as much,
not as a carving in my skin like you,
but the feeling of worry that lingers inside my head,
so please,
I desperately need you to be alive,
I beg of you.
Written by
adrian  122/Trans/Ottawa
(122/Trans/Ottawa)   
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