When the Day Met the Night
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I hate you. I hate you with your soft blonde hair that falls perfectly on your forehead and your bright blue eyes that make my brown ones look like dirty snow. I hate the way you’re always smiling and you seem to brighten up a room when you walk in. I hate how so many people surround you as if you are a lighthouse, saving everyone’s lives. I hate how blind you are to reality and how blinding you can be to others. They can’t see past you to the true terrors of this planet. It’s infuriating. What gives you the right to ignore all the bad and focus on the good? That hardly seems fair and I unconditionally hate you for it.
(A short story I had to write for my creative writing class. It had to be based off a song and I chose the song When the Day Met the Night by Panic! At the Disco.)
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