I know you can't help being
The blossom of a fruit that a worm found its way into.
The mother tree couldn't keep them all away,
And now you feel the creep of rot.
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Lux
PoetryIt's okay to hate yourself, everyone else hates you too. All poems that contain mentions of child sexual abuse are asterisked. I do not want to delete any entries, so there are more mediocre poems in the beginning. Entries progressively get better (...
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I know you can't help being
The blossom of a fruit that a worm found its way into.
The mother tree couldn't keep them all away,
And now you feel the creep of rot.