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Broken Morals


Why do I think less of myself? why do I always set myself at the lowest standards? why do I always find myself pleasing others instead of my own self? why do others happiness matters more than mines?! walls that took years to be built are let broken in a few days why do I always find the good in others and not the bad? Even when I am bitten the snake is always forgiven trust comes easily to me But why do I always find myself twisting it . the love I possessed vanished into thin air... becoming an empty feeling that cannot be felt why do I always find myself scrapping  my knees but no one else knees would ever touch the ground for me!..
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