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Sometimes I question why I’m here. I constantly stare at myself in the mirror thinking I’m the ugliest person in the world. I hate how I look, how I am. It has driven me to the point where my thoughts become my personality and it makes me an ugly person. Sometimes I really wish someone was there for me. To have my back. To support and help me. I put myself down so much that I’ve come to value myself less and less everyday. I wish someone would reach out and listen.

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