“How could anyone ever love me?”

I repeated the phrase into the walls

until the echo was felt in my heart.

I still struggle with the thought

especially when that grotesque

shadow fills the empty room.

My soul is so broken by self-doubt,

by this hatred that blackens it,

that no one else can see good in me.

But the fact is that one person did,

the only one that knew my heart

because he’s the one who shaped it.

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