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Everyday I suffer from self-hate I never know why I have this fate Everytime I smile, I feel insecure I hope there is a cure Giving up has always been an option Because it feels like I have no direction Is living really worthwhile? You feel awful even when you smile I used to imagine a future so bright But now it's just as dark as night Cutting myself seems predictable But I always make sure that it isn't visible
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Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 8:03 AM UTC
Self-hate
Everyday I suffer from self-hate I never know why I have this fate Everytime I smile, I feel insecure I hope there is a cure Giving up has always been an option Because it feels like I have no direction Is living really worthwhile? You feel awful even when you smile I used to imagine a future so bright But now it's just as dark as night Cutting myself seems predictable But I always make sure that it isn't visible
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Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 8:03 AM UTC
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