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Mar 13
You are not deserving of the hatred you hold;
this self-inflicted thing of barbarous intent.

Not because of some inherent goodness,
and never for what you were.
Such notions are silly. Instead,
you are, each day-
-and every hour hence,
stochastic potential:
whatever that may be.
Written by
Alexander Simpson  26/Cisgender Male
(26/Cisgender Male)   
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