A wide selection of people hate themselves
And a wide selection of people hurt themselves
But we wouldn't know at first glance.
All of us deserve love,
Even the broken,
The hurt,
The good and the bad.
In each of us their is at least one strand of goodness,
Hopefully
Theirs humanity
Alternatively there are those that's far from good
Just pure evil
So everyone is deserving of love
With the exception of the people who are twisted
And far from saving anymore
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The Soil Is Poetry And So Are You
Poetry𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 ♥️ ➽───────────────❥ 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖𝚜, 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜, �...
