The sweat that I perspire is anger. The tears that I cry are weakness. That someone I see in the mirror is ugly. I hate that I'm trapped in this body and I can't do anything. I've tried to fix myself; it just doesn't work. All I want is to feel loved. I've been treated like an animal all my life even by the person who claims to care for me. But I'll hold on because I have no one....and I am constantly reminded. My life has to work out.
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