Wipe steam from the mirror though I'm sickened by what I see, want to spit in my own face, how do you love when it's you... you hate. This is the pain you will never see wrapped up deep inside of me, binds my limbs smothers my heart with my soul screaming to be free. Kicking myself at the end of the day for things I did or didn't say. Can it really
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