Sometimes I think I have 2 different types of personality. A part of me has a strong hate for the person looking back in the mirror, and the other part of me fights to prove how special I am. I punch my legs so hard I bruise them and when I look at the bruises the other part of me comforts the pain and tells me that I shouldn't do that and that I am not that bad of a person that deserves bruises. It is almost the the fight between good and evil.
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