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Dark
I know hate.
We’ve conversed.
I’ve been.
I know my hate
Is deeper than most.
And I’ve grown
To resent it.
I knew too late
That my hate
Was one of a kind.
I knew it would
Draw attention,
And I’ve drawn
Attention to myself.
Knowing my
Own capacity
For malice.
Knowing its well
Was deeper
Than I remember
Digging it.
Knowing my
Capacity
To see in the dark
Was too easy.
That it came
too natural.
That I was meant
To struggle
In finding light.
So who am I?
If not a child
of the night?
Only a liar
Hoping,
He was a part
Of the truth.
Occasionally
I know depths and accepted when on my own at eleven joy was an apex connected by a predominance of nadirs. Hate occasionally flared, more love and faith though sustained, protected, and bouyed me to now. May you love courageously.
.
Hate is easy
love is where
sweat resides.
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~S~
Love that piece at the
Love that piece at the bottom!
We'll just keep writing 'til there's nothing left to write.
We'll just keep waiting 'til they read all our works left to right.