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Me,myself and I
Flickering voices inside my head
Sun rising thoughts while still on bed
Cracked mirror images oneself
Late at night writing self-hate
Shadows I follow under sad street lights
Trying to catch the perfect self-likes
Looking like me but not quite the same
The image keeps on running away.
What am I made of ?
the question that hunts
Can’t find a meaning of my emotional breakouts.
That’s all what to expect from me I say
But love me anyway .
#self hate