A/N: To who this concerns (you know who you are): this was written the Sunday night before we had the conversation. So I've moved beyond this.
Do you hate me?
I'm so afraid
I can barely face the idea that you might
But I always come back to that question
I always want to ask it
You've never given me a reason to believe it
Nothing you have ever done has led to that conclusion
Quite the opposite in fact
But still I wonder
Do you hate me?
Because I do
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Petals of Eternity
PoetryA bunch of poems and metaphorical shorts. Some may be triggering for those struggling with depression, suicide, etc. But some of them will also be meant to give hope.
