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Too easy to feel trashy; too hard to love myself.

Too easy to feel trashy;
too hard to love myself.
Now only the thought of death can comfort me. How soothing it seems that I will be far away from this chaotic world being merged with soil and water - present yet non-existent at the same time.

©Saima Sadia Nur #down
Too easy to feel trashy;
too hard to love myself.
Now only the thought of death can comfort me. How soothing it seems that I will be far away from this chaotic world being merged with soil and water - present yet non-existent at the same time.

©Saima Sadia Nur #down