If I said I hated myself, what difference would it make.
So just keep it there, boiling at the base of your vocals
Cause your still you before you grew to hate and before you loved
And it drives me crazy because it isn't about what I want or need
It's just there snuggling into my effort of existence
Hate is secondary to who you are but for some reason, you can't escape it
Even if there was a time when you loved yourself just a little more
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PoetryTW' trauma dumping read this in an accent, thank you. Yes, all thoughts are authentic but never original. This kills me, so I search. It would kill me less if all authenticity didn't claim healing is a forgetting through the passage of time. That t...
