Tell me who I am, please. I obviously can't do it on my own.
I hate you, I hate you.
THAT is who I am. Who I hate. Myself.
Conversations with myself in the dead of the night
Haunt me mercilessly through the day.
Safe? Not when I'm alone.
Are you safe with yourself?
That's a luxury I don't have.
When I'm alone I'm only thinking of one thing.
Better to
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