Broken
She curls up in a ball
Words hit like fists
Deep as a knife
Tears fall
Escaping diamonds sliding down her cheek
Why do they hate?
The rumors spread
A burning fire
Eating her alive
Why do they hate?
The lies
The laughs
The mockery
The hate
She lies down one last time
She asks one last time
Why do they hate?
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