Gradual
Hatred
I glare at myself in the mirror
Don't like what stares back at me
Residue of dirty stares and glares
Burning my body alive in a mist of grey
i glare at myself in the mirror
Don't like what I see
But
I make a promise that day
To be a better person
A better me.
A stronger me
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