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~|:|~ Hate ~|:|~

I've always faced the hatred of others

As long as I've known the meaning of that word.

But I've tried, from a young age

Not to take it to heart

And for the longest time

I thought I could.

I stayed close to those who said they were different.

But one by one they disappeared.

So I tried silencing myself

And changing what I could

To be that picture-perfect version of myself.

But then I realized, even in pictures I look bad.

And the last thing I held onto

Realized that.

So, just like all the others, they began to drift away

And everything I thought I'd learned back then

About being me

Loving me

Lost its meaning.

Or maybe it never had meaning at all.