healing

Poem

I do not hate,

but sometimes, I let myself indulge in vicious imagery.

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I do not wish ill,

but sometimes, I fantasize about a world without people like him.

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'I wish him the best in life!'

a violent epiphany sets in: that was a lie.

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Posted May 30, 2022, 9:21 AM UTC

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