Whoever thought I could paint or draw. And lose it too?
Butterflies bite, like the stars only feed you dreams.
At night, I am, so tired.
Ugh. Yuck. So ugly.
Kadang-kadang, perasaan benci diri itu datang. Why? Because without hatred you don't know love. Without fighting you know no peace. Without lies you don't know what honesty means.
If you don't know ugly, you don't know beautiful, love.
I've seen me at my ugliest, so no one can hate me more than myself. And no one can love me (as a human) more than I can either.
If you can hate yourself, you can surely love yourself. I know hatred, it's when I cry, when I get angry at myself, when I can't look in the mirror. When I stand a still. Than an echo rips apart and everything is blurred from site. I know hatred. I feel it. I can explain it. I can make it happen again.
Yet,
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