From Me to Me 2016
I honestly don't remember when the image that I saw became the image I despise. I look back at what I remember and nothing jumps out in the timeline of the last 18 years that boldly says, "this is the day that you began hating yourself." I'm trying my best to piece back together the once bright and optimistic outlook that I once had; but all I've done is cut my fingers picking up the pieces. I write this to help myself, not to ask for pity; not that anyone cares. I'm hoping to look back in five or so years, at my timeline, and see that today marks the day I began the long journey to self acceptance and love. No matter what anyone says.
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Poems.
PoesíaThese are poems that I have written in the last couple of years. No idea if they are any good but I like them.
