pheonix
i’ve given
up on
hating
myself
it takes too
much effort
why cry
about my
appearance
(every human
is a star
and there is
no god but
man)
of course
i remember
everything
that passed
through my
lips today
but the only
reason i
remember
is due to bad habits
21 days to make a habit
21 days to break a habit
have i ever
gone 21
days without
self loathing
may today be the first
may tomorrow
i rise
a pheonix
bathed in
gold and
red
to love
myself
another day
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