I Hate You
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This is a book where I just write poems.
|1| parents
She was tired
Just like her parents
She put on a smile
Just like her parents
She gave other people love instead of herself
Just like her parents
She cried quietly at 3 am
Just like her parents
She always liked to draw, But now she drew with a silver pencil that would bleed red
This time not like her parents
Instead.
They were laughing.
At the daughter they just found out
Was dead.
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