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Dec 2012
and they are always going on
telling me about the stars
the moons
the distant points in space
with beings greater and wider and vaster
and emotions that are millions of times more complex
tragedies thousands of degrees more heartbreaking
creatures that see countless colors that we shall never even discover
and then they say to me
you are ugly
you are worthless
you are so ugly
look
see how they will never click you
lick you
see how they will never
like you
you are ugly
you are worthless
you are so stupid
and you don't even realize
trap yourself in your world of delusion
it always works out in the end
do you know the depths of your tininess
do you comprehend the meaninglessness of your being
can you realize the unrealness of your very existence
sometimes
I truly doubt you can

and I take it all in
I let them shove their hatred
their dark and putrid thoughts
into my head
let them defeat me and wring me out
drying out my insecurities
and reminding me of my minusculeness
my utter worthless wonder
my stupid
sorry self
Hands
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Hands  Cleveland, Ohio
(Cleveland, Ohio)   
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   --- and Sammi
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