I wasn't ever the one to hate
Those who have hurt me.
The hate could not touch the love
Which was burning, feverish to the touch
No matter how angry I was, or devastated
I understood. The things that broken people
Can do. I understood, because I too
Have hurt, and burned, and devastated.
And I'm sorry, maybe they are as well
Therefore, I won't ever be the one to hate
Those who have hurt me, because
It is much akin to hating
Myself
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When the sun rises [poetry]
PoetrySuch dread when the sun rises Lunar awards 2023 2nd place winner Best Rankings: #1 in Rhyme #2 in Prose #3 in Poetry #13 in Poetrycollection
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