ana mia

I Hate What I See

I can't look in the mirror
I only feel disgust
I only am left with pain and constant reminders of my past
I put my hand on my face
Feel the rough texture of an old matured face
I run my hands down my chest
Feel the sagging of my breasts
I run them past my stomach and down my legs
Flashbacks of the abuse I have taken

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