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Jun 2020
she
every morning she wakes up with hatred
she hates no one but herself
she hates herself for breathing
she hates herself for existing
she hates herself for living
she hates herself for being there
alas, she even thinks that death hates her
it refused to take her away
she must be that hateful
sigh..
she hates herself
shila n
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shila n  30/F/Malaysia
(30/F/Malaysia)   
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