I sometimes feel strong hatred towards myself.
The feeling always lingers,
The way you look at me, makes me feel like I'm the most precious thing on earth.
I'm starting to believe every compliment you give me.
I sometimes wonder, if the selfhatred I felt was justified. It seems like my body was lying to me.
And I've just now realized that.
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I'm not trying to save us anymore
الشعرthis is a story about a teenage girl thats fed up about everything in her life. she tries to escape, but does it really work out ? Some poem type stuff I wrote. I hope you enjoy <3
