I'm starting to hate the people that have always loved me without fail.
I'm starting to love the foes I should fuel hatred for.
I'm fucked up and it's never been this bad, but no one ever did claim it was easy to live.
c. D
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Poetrya collection of my poems and short stories, enjoy. poems are mine unless stated otherwise. - lowercase intended.
