it's a war
sometimes I am not sure which side I am on
things I hate
mistakes I make
I continue to do
there is so much hatred I have for myself
I wish I was a plant
able to truly disregard what I don't need
memories
thoughts
actions
let them die
something that is no longer apart of me
God loves me
God knows I am made of clay
that sometimes I am molded the wrong way
my shape is not perfect
it's simply how it was intended to be
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