when I have been
a really small girl
I used to believe that someone is better than me
I remember my eyes
after watching myself tag the mirror
at 8 years old
I remember these drops of water
unending at 18
or smth like this
i hear it now
but from the other side
what is from the other side of hate?
love
unconditional
it comes without ending
but people
have been so afraid of being hurt
that they stopped showing their emotions
they closed themselves
inside of their routines
i remember the call
from my
pastor
i was so honoured
by that
but the reason
it was
to say i did something wrong
against of my intentions were the best
and i did my best
they didn't get me
but God did
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