Love Yourself
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Last published Sun, Jun 4, 2017
A past is an arm for destruction; especially when you cannot let it go. You have to see a facade of old you and hold yourself onto the memories you loved at one point. You have to look at yourself in the mirror with the pain of knowing you have been changed. You have been taken advantage of. You have been scarred. You have been hurt. And there is no way in you to Love Yourself.
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