Who do you think you are?
Who are you to speak for me when I've never been aware of your existence?
Tell me, why would you mastermind something so little with so much destructive force?
Sit back with your popcorn, Sadist. I hope you enjoy the tears.
I haven't hurt like this in quite a bit of time. Things had healed over since then.
But then I remember how many have it so much worse, and I keep losing more and more hope when I try to imagine that it is actually possible to hurt more than this.
Somehow, with all the injustice I've been seeing in the world,
I know now for myself: life is not fair.
As these days go on, as these unexpected bombs drop,
I see a notion being repeatedly confirmed -
That perhaps one will defeat pain,
When they no longer allow anyone that can cause pain in.
Your action sealed my fate.
I am the one to whom the consequence was thrown.
I am not sure how easily I can forgive this.
But I will try.
Just know that I have never been so close to hatred before.
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