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Apr 2020
Will I ever be fine?
Am I able to feel happy?
Can my confidence radiate and shine?
Or am I always going to feel ******?
My self-hatred, I can not confine
My life's worth? Not even a penny
That's it folks. I'm hating myself more than ever. My poems are ******, my studies are wack, my body is ****, I can't do anything without at least being anxious and panicky.
I am useless at best.
Oka
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Oka  25/M/Melbourne
(25/M/Melbourne)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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