Dear me,
I may hate you, but it doesn't mean I can't love you.
You may be weak, but that's a part of being human.
I apologize for the pain I've inflicted unto you for I find pleasure.
Your imperfection shows you could be better.
Being perfect is not we strive, to be contented must.
You have to die so that you can born again as new and whole.
- Me
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