Is it any surprise?
That I hate myself.
Everybody does at one time or another
I like to make a game
Every morning
I figure out which part of me I hate the most
Is it my torso, full of ribs and an awkward belly button,
Or Is it my love life
Full of self doubt and awkward
And then once I figure out my nemesis of the day
I give it dirty looks
And then I feel better
It’s nice to hate something
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