Notes:
This poem is to do with the 'Philautia' type of love, with a twist.
I'm not too sure if this is about love, more like not accepting the love of themselves.
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How could I love you?
How could I love you?
I barely love myself,
yet you want my love?
I don't see,
what you see in me.
You must be blind,
for I am not lovable!
For how can you love me?
When I can barely love myself?
My sunken eyes,
my dreadful thoughts,
my disfigured body,
how do you love it?
You blind foolish person,
you do not love me.
You can't!
For, I do not love myself.
You are a blind person
But is that person you,
or is it me?
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