M. Woo.

I just hate myself 

Did I hate her? Possibly. And I never loved her either.

And we are no more. Like the many that lived and we never met.

That will never happen, however. And I will suffer in the body of this woman I hate until I die and she dies. 

Let me awaken a different woman, a mind reformed. Not this sickled one.

But I see a woman who I wish I didn’t have to be. 

I look in the mirror, I don’t know who she is.

The fragile infrastructure of my mind crumbled yet again. 

I don’t try my best and I am my worst. 

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