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Every time I look in the mirror,

I see a disgrace.

I hate myself.

How could I have let you go,

when you were the best thing,

that ever happened to me?

How could I be so wrong?

I hate myself,

and it feels like,

you hate me too.

As long as I continue,

to hate myself,

how will anyone ever love me?



~*~ Jill ~*~