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Feb 2017
You
Are fed up
Of me
Tired of me
Resent me.

Believe it or not
I
Felt the same way about myself
Before
Your
Dislike for me manifested itself.

I
Understand
(Somewhat) society's, the system's, stranger's
Enmity
Toward myself.
I
Had the same abhorrence
For
Myself...Nearly, committed suicide...
Bought a hellium kit....contemplated ww1 , ww2 , Hiroshima, Nakisaki.... Veitnam war...

Then,
A child touched me with their innocence,
And
MY OWN
INNOCENCE
Returned
To me
Pristine.


HOLY
And
DIVINE.

I , like the multitude
Are saying in a gentle voice...No more violence, destruction
Of
Life.


And You.
Tom Blake
Written by
Tom Blake  Scotland
(Scotland)   
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