How?

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How?
Such a simple question
But with every question
There follows curiosity, repercussions,
Answers, or possibly pain.
For me, it only hurts.

I constantly ask myself how.
How could anyone love me?
How could anyone find me attractive?
How can I possibly come to terms with myself?
How can I be brave?
How is it possible to survive today?
How can I conquer my anxiety?
How?

It's an awfully fickle word
How.
It's caused me so much pain
And it's sad to say
That I don't think it'll ever leave my brain.
Not for one second
Will I ever be rid of my doubt
And that is truly a curse.

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