I hate the color red
I hate it in my bed
I hate bright lights
I hate it in fights
I hate it in my clothes
I hate a red rose
I hate it in the trees
I hate it on my sleeves
I hate when it turns into scars that just won't leave
I hate that truck
And most of all
I hate that I still give a fuck
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Book Of Poetry
PoetryThese are just a few of my poems each chapter will be a different poem thank you for reading TRIGGER WARNING!! Some poems may contain details of sexual assault, self-harm, and other things that may be triggering
