As long as I hate myself, I will hate the world.
As long as I'm alive, I won't truly know what it's like to love.
Even now, with my head in my hands;
I can't love myself.
Feb 21, 2024
Feb 21, 2024 at 7:59 PM UTC
As long as I hate myself, I will hate the world.
As long as I'm alive, I won't truly know what it's like to love.
Even now, with my head in my hands;
I can't love myself.
Fragile.
Useless.
Pathetic.
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