Today i confess i am a phony ... someone who realises the truth about her own self deep down but keeps refusing it ... as if refusing to accept it would negate it.
I know lots of things about myself.. things like i hate the same things in others that are my own bad qualities..,sometimes i feel happy that i know i am bad but grow morose when i think why don't i do something about it.
Now i feel a confession has brought the truth to my face.. and it would,in due time , incite me to change myself.
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