me

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june 26th, 2017

the night continues to fade away, and i fail to find myself a time of rest. my mind is so awake tonight, brewing in its cauldron of despicable self-pity.

there is weakness in me that people mistake for strength. there is ugliness in me that people mistake for beauty.

self-hatred, self-pity, it all means the same in the end. weak souls wail as if they believe they pity themselves and hate themselves for possibly pitying.

i am a weak soul, and i understand why it's so easy to move past me now.

no one wants a weak soul around.

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