Everytime i feel i hate myself,
Everytime i feel i fail to be me,
Everytime i feel i'm not worth a thing,
I try to convince myself
This is all about phase.
Puberty phase.
And this too, will pass soon.
But even if this just a phase,
Then why
This sorrowful wind always
blowing hard,
While the wind itself knows
I have nothing to hold,
Nothing holding me back?
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