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Drawing an X
On everyone's face.
I hate them.
I repeat those words.
I hate, I hate, I hate,
I hate a lot of things.
So I simply draw an X
So I don't notice them.
Almost everything
Has an X on it.
I hate, I hate, I hate,
I just keep hating.
The Hypocrite, the Bully,
The Whore, the Vain.
I drew an X over everyone,
So I didn't listen to them.
But I realized
That I kept
Drawing an X
Over the wrong things.
Because I should
Have an X
Over
Myself.
Copyright © Frisk Carris | Year Posted 2016
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