When did you cease to love, then hate, yourself?
What terrible event? How long ago?
What slight misunderstanding, view of self,
that led to fading love, then bitter hate?
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Uh...this is a visceral poem, Miguelito. I have felt this way in my life as well. Why do you suppose it is that I have a difficult time writing about it, Dr. Shepherd? Daddy only allowed sunshine from his children - he provided the darkness all by himself.
i just wasted time reading the poem