Why did I do that
To myself
Why
Why couldn't I
Stop myself
Why can't I just
Accept myself
Why can't I just
Love myself
Just when I thought
I did
Why does my mind
Do that to me
Why am I
Doing this to me
Why
Why am I writing this
Why am I talking to myself
Why am I trying to understand
Why am I trying to repare myself
Why am I
The way I am
Why can't I just keep on
Loving myself like I did
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry•×• Texte, manche von mir selbst, manche aus Liedern, die mir aus der Seele sprechen. •×• •×• Life's true gift lies in your freedom to design it beautifully the way you choose. •×•
