Self-love

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Her heart screams in pain,
Like an unheard child,
Of empty hearts and broken dreams.
She is all of the darkness,
Filled with the sorrows,
Put upon by the ones we love most of all
Her eyes scream heartbreaking cries,
Unheard and unknown.
She wishes for care
And begs for attention,
From those who are required to love
Pleas for affection impair her priorities
Identity hatred fills her mind





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