I hate who I am, who I was
I hate how I look, always looking a messSomethings always wrong with me
No matter how much I tryI see imperfections, every single one
I see my mistakes, can't leave them behindI hate who I am, hate how I look
Wish I could fix myself, but at the same time
I'm tired of giving a f*ck
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Bound To The Darkness [Dark Poetry: Book Three]
PoetryA new collection of pain hidden in my words. (May cause extreme emotional distress )