I stand over your scrawny body
in a crumpled ball on the floor.
What a creature you are.
To be hated to such intensity,
by others,
by yourself.
I don't hate you.
All I feel.
Pity.
I stand over your scrawny body in a crumpled ball on the floor. What a creature you are. To be hated to such intensity, by others, by yourself. I don't hate you. All I feel. Pity. |

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