When you look at me what do you see?
Someone perfect? Someone alive?
What if I told you it's a lie?
I hate myself. I hate my face.
I hate when People say it's grace.
Tell me! Why does grace cause tears of hate?
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Poems To The Unaware
PoezieBreak the cycle because its not funny when you find "love" like this ol' honey.
