*tw: self hatred*
"I hate myself," I say
as I laugh at my oddities,
the sun shining bright.
"I hate myself," I croak
as I shudder and
struggle for breath,
tears falling down my face,
sometime after midnight.
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recycled poetry
Poetry❝i wish i was writing something special, but these words have been used before and there's no originality to it at all. i'm just reusing phrases until they're worn out, like musty library books or hand-me-down clothes.❞ from ❛hand-me-down poetry❜ i...
