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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 © | Year Posted 2016

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