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I would love to detest you; every ounce of your being. I would love to be able to face the truth of your weakness; that you are no different from the multitudes of ignorant souls lost in the vast ocean of useless arrogance, drowning in self pity. But I am just like you. The ones that I despise, I despise me. I despise how small I allow my world to become, revolving around you, revolving around them. They that don't give a damn whether you live or die, least the pillow under your head can catch your tears, least the blade you glide across your skin draws the blood that tears can't shed. And you hurt all the same. Begging, yearning, longing, to belong,

yet to be set apart...

Description
I would love to detest you; every ounce of your being. I would love to be able to face the truth of your weakness; that you are no different from the multitudes of ignorant souls lost in the vast ocean of useless arrogance, drowning in self pity. But I am just like you. The ones that I despise, I despise me. I despise how small I allow my world to become, revolving around you, revolving around them. They that don't give a damn whether you live or die, least the pillow under your head can catch your tears, least the blade you glide across your skin draws the blood that tears can't shed. And you hurt all the same. Begging, yearning, longing, to belong,

yet to be set apart...