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do you hate me
while i like watching the blue sky
feeling the sea breeze
and being myself
who i was.

if you hate me,
til you hate the sky,
til you don't feel the breeze,
just leave me alone.

the sky doesn't deserve the abhorrent,
the sea doesn't deserve the hatred,
they don't deserve the loathe,
they just there,
when i need the serene.

if you do hate me,
don't keep the grudges to the sky,
nor to the sea.

hence,
let them know,
how odium you are towards me,
so they would let me know,
and let me set you free.

— 05 May 2022, 12:49a.m

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