Opinion of myself
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As I sit and write, try to put down in words.I look outside at the state of the world.I have nothing to say, nothing positive to comment.As were choked and drowned by man-made torment.Running out of ideas so we break and tear, all of our insecurit
I go through life with hate for myself.
I then rememer the coments i have about my eyes.
One is hazle the other is half hazle half brown.
I think i may never find the person of my dreams.
