She was so beautiful..
So lucky to be herself..
She seemed so strong
No one ever knew.
Underneath it all was something dark and twisted
A hate buried deep within her gut..
It would poke and prod at her till she could take no more
And on one moonlight night
she took the pain away.
Forever the end.
Hate for ourselves can be the death of us all.
It's hard to control and hard to stop.
It's something that cannot be ignored nor forgotten.
Some people are out there who love making people hate themselves..
And there are some people who love to hate themselves.
Don't judge a carcass by its flesh.. hate can be unexpected within some people and you never know.
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