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On days when I feel hatred for myself, I cry b…

On days when I feel hatred for myself, I cry because I want to love myself.

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Love is not a language of confusion.

It is the immaculate doctrine placed under each breath.

How it is the only language clearer than your mother-tongue.

So Darling, if you find yourself wondering if it will fall under the name of love.

Just remember this.

if they do love you; they would choose you.

– Clarity,Conee Berdera

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autopsy by juansen dizon

autopsy by juansen dizon

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