Another Part of Being Me
I hate myself for what I have done
Yet no one really knows but me
A promise that I made to myself
And broke it all the same
I knew this day would come
Would it be soon or far
I didn't know
But now that it's here
My worst fears appear
And the mistakes are all on me
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