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Dec 2014
I make myself
Hate myself
When I sit alone and think about Myself.
And despite the Confidence eluding from this Self
I still Spite thy Self.
I'd disown myself,
If it could rid me the Pain of Living with this Self.
Kendra B
Written by
Kendra B  California
(California)   
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