Hatred.
They hated me.
They told me I was desperate.
She told me I was just a mistake.
But that isn't it.
She hated me.
He said I was beautiful, but he was blind. How does a blind person see? He told me he could see me.
My green eyes, red hair, and lovely smile.
How does he know what I look like?
That's when they started hating me.
And when he saw the scars.
"Rose? Why are there scars all over you?"
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