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I don't look at myself in the mirror                                                        
All I see is who I hate but clearer    
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If I really hone my on my flaws,                                                           ­  
                                                                                                                    
  I rip myself up with no pause                                                            ­                                                  
So much hatred lives inside me                                                               ­                                                    
 It swallows me up like the sea                                                              ­                                              
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Still, it leaves me with the pain                                                                      ­                                                      
  That I will relive all over again   
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Leaving unhealed wounds that scar                                                                          ­                                         
Wounds that burn hot like the stars
I wrote this many years ago . Glad I no longer feel this way.

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