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Dec 2020
Pure and salty from my eyes
The fountain of wasted youth runs dry
After a thousand tears I cried
For I could not see where my true beauty resides
My life drained into a tear filled bowl
As my self worth burried under all the rejection
I sunk into the ocean of self hate
Chasing love as a remedy
I found myself in the deep end of my pain
Tripping over yesterday's memory
Love yourself or you will need someone to do it for you, self-love begins with acceptance and contentment.
Written by
Abunde  18/M/South Africa
(18/M/South Africa)   
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