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Every regret I think of every thought of how I degrade myself I feel a piece of me dying. God himself looks down on me with disappointment.  I’m not the one like King David who had an anoitment.
I believe I could be an actress smiling and giving good advice to the people in my chair. They see their reflection in my mirror while I try to show the best side of them. While I cut, trim, color, and style all that I see in the mirror is someone who tries making one person at a time here worth their while.
My heart hurts.
I go to bed.
Wake up.
See someone next to me.
Oh, a new regret.
A new disappointment.
I would like to tell that person that I’m sorry I wasn’t my best last night. But, what does it matter because in the end sleep is just a fight. I can’t believe I’m back here again.

I’m not 17 again.
I shouldn’t be feeling the need of approval from men.
The rejection is one of those feelings I fear of daily.
Thought I conquered this demon.
I’m not perfect God and if you could just see that I am weak.
Too weak.
Lying here feeling disgusted with myself all I can do is seek you.

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