《eunoia || poems》|fourteen|
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"myself"
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i really do hate myself.
¡ hate the way my hair falls beside my face and the way my eyes glisten in the sun.
i hate waking up and looking in the mirror to see my least favorite person staring back.
from the way my chest rises and falls when i breathe to the buried
emotions i've been too lost to confront, i can't stand any part of me.
i really am afraid of myself.
i'm afraid the words i speak are not the truth and that i've forgotten who i am. i'm afraid nothing will ever be enough to make me feel whole. from the way i can barely contain my shame to the nightmares that come alive in my head every night, i wish i had the courage to accept myself.
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