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Nov 2014
I think of myself,
My existence,
I pick apart every little piece of me.
This hate, this self loathing,
Stems from my selfish desire,
To think of myself.
Liz And Lilacs
Written by
Liz And Lilacs  America
(America)   
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   Ronald D Lanor, ryn, Mercy B and ---
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