Poor
little creature.
I can't even hate you.
In our veins runs the same blood.
Bloody fact: we're related-
and still, I appreciate the silence who lives between us.
The loudest silence I've ever heard.
Saving me the lies
and the injustice.
Saving me the disappointments
and the anger.
Saving me the hope for one day to have someone decent around.
Bitter? I'm not bitter.
I just opened my eyes and didn't like what I saw.
Poor
little creature.
You're not worth my hatred.
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