The World
After some time alone,
I soon realized that the world doesn’t know what I know.
Sure people will tell me I should hate the man who ruined my life,
but it also tells me that I could of stopped him and then I would be alright.
I’ve learned to love the man the world tells me to hate,
because I know deep inside he’s just as afraid.
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