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Rated: E · Poetry · LGBTQ+ · #2325606
My Hair pains me, But I must move on
Hair of I
Oh how I harbour such hate in my heart
To remind me of whom I hate with all my heart
How I bear such a resemblance to them undeniable
Evil being of which I wish never to see again
Appalled to look into the mirror and see them reflected in I
Dearly do I desire to rip out it out strand by strand
Except Id like for it to grow to show a new side
Do I stand to bear the weight of my own hate
Inseparable notion that I hold my self perception marred by it
Dreams that I have to be truly unfettered of your memory
Impossible such a fate as when I look upon the reflection of it
Only Dreaming that one day I can free myself of the past
To look to the future with hopes renewed held by I
So I try to forget and let go of it's memory
Looking towards those I love with all my heart
Opening myself to a change I need to become a part of
Victory something I might attain one day
Everyday I must work toward this path
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