May 2020
If only there was an instrument to measure the sincerity of words,
We wouldn't have to hate
words
love
ourselves -
.
for having so many flaws
Too many scars.
We wouldn't have to hate
words
love
ourselves -
.
for having so many flaws
Too many scars.
But there isn't, so we'll hate... and die. We just can't trust anymore, we can't love.
(F/Somewhere in Africa)
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