My uncle is evil,
But not to me,
Never to me.
Do you have to be the victim,
To hate the abuser?
He acts so kind,
So wise,
But sometimes it slips,
Usually when he gets his hands,
On liquor.
If you love the victim,
Why can't you hate
The one who hurts them?
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 11:55 PM UTC
My uncle is evil,
But not to me,
Never to me.
Do you have to be the victim,
To hate the abuser?
He acts so kind,
So wise,
But sometimes it slips,
Usually when he gets his hands,
On liquor.
If you love the victim,
Why can't you hate
The one who hurts them?
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