self love

self love

self love

I repeat

looking into 

the bathroom mirror.

staring into

cold eyes 

that are

not my own,

feeling other skin 

that covers someone else’s bones.

this cannot be me.

but somehow,

someway,

it is.

A viscious 

bloody

never-ending 

terrible war.

a war within myself

that I will surely

never w...

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