Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Hate

This word brought me fear. Spoken from a person's mouth. It was real, it was there, it was hurtful. It was a nightmare I want to get rid of. I cried. I am scared. I want to run away. I want to lean on your shoulder. I want to listen to your voice, saying everything is ok. I want you to hug me so tight, touching my nose, saying I'm silly. I want my fever to go away. 

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