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These bad thoughts of mine, swirling, Poisoning my brain Making my eyes blind for who I have become. Received compliments to a blind mind, only seeing the imperfections. Not worthy. Not worthy until I feel im good enough. When is that? Maybe when I lay underneath the ground, with flowers on top of the dirt will my mind finally be at ease. Wish I could see what they see, not a cracked mirror.
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Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 6:33 PM UTC
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These bad thoughts of mine, swirling, Poisoning my brain Making my eyes blind for who I have become. Received compliments to a blind mind, only seeing the imperfections. Not worthy. Not worthy until I feel im good enough. When is that? Maybe when I lay underneath the ground, with flowers on top of the dirt will my mind finally be at ease. Wish I could see what they see, not a cracked mirror.
Luna-Montez
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Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 6:33 PM UTC
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