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You can tell me I'm not worthless
You can tell me I didn't burden you
You can say I'm perfect
You can say I'm not stained

But you cannot erase the words embedded in my brain
You cannot change the way my younger self looks at me with pain
You cannot reverse time to stop the tramua to come

You can't change the way I see myself
Nor can you fix the girl on the other side of the mirror
Your words are laced with kindness and good intentions
You care I see that

But I'm a waste of time and I shall never believe your complements for I am too soaked in backhanded ones
I appreciate it all don't get me wrong
But I can't change the way im moulded
For it is to late to be re-sculpted
-s

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a/n:
60 poems already?! I still remember publishing the 1st one. Tell me what you guys think!!

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