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no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed

kitten i'll be honest daddy's getting kinda sick of this whole discord roleplay thing. i just don't really think it's for me anymore. can you just call me Garrett

I have heard a variant on it that I really like: "You cannot hate yourself into someone you can love."

the thing that stuck with me (that I'm sure I stole from a tumblr post) was "if hating yourself worked, it would have worked by now."

OP, this is genuinely a masterpiece, three poems in one, moving and well crafted. Please tell me you have submitted it to at least some poetry contests, and if not, please do so.