revulsion from oneself.

      nothing disgusts me more than my own reflection.

      i stand before the surface,

      overwhelmed with nauseation,

      a sickening ferment in the pit of my stomach.

      i hold a warped sense of perception.

      my image; ephemeral, ever-changing,

      yet the same dreadful revulsion

      overtakes my senses.

      god, forbid i ever achieve serenity.

      to abandon one's pride;

      to be eternally hellbent on one's envy.

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                            yes nauseation is a word,

                            i looked it up :sob:

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