You look at me but you don't see me. You think of me as a cowered running away from you when you look at me. I am just compared to the world. I am nothing to you. Why do you hate yourself? Staring down the mirror in the bathroom as you cry. Tears of hatred and sadness fall from our eyes in the end we are one, finally one.
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Short Stories of my life
De TodoPoems about how And what I'm feeling do to my current situation.
